- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
in Peds with a baby that hadn't eaten since birth - she gave him nothing
but water for 4 days - here with an NGT - recovering nicely