“The baby’s heart rate is tachycardic.” The nurse motioned at the machine that was slowly spitting out a continuous sheet of paper with jagged lines on it. “That’s what we’re the most worried about.”
I gave her a blank look, so she continued.
“That means it’s too high, which can become dangerous.”
If anyone asked me where I planned to be on that overcast Saturday in late April, four days before my baby’s due date, I would have said maybe on a walk. Perhaps at the store. Or at a high school sporting event.
I absolutely wouldn’t have said the…
Moving into our house was a battle. The small grey structure was filled with someone else’s belongings, decorated in the 1970s, and full of spiders, ladybugs, and mouse carcasses.
After months of cleaning, repairing, and painting, we finally arrived at a point where all our spare time wasn’t just put into house projects. But even after we finished the inside, there were still several sheds full of rusty tools, and a faulty old mailbox to deal with.
The mailbox, perched on the lower arm of a massive F-shaped post, was visible all the way down the street. It was gray…
She wasn’t really chubby, she was just bigger than the other kids in her sixth grade classroom. I noticed her immediately as a new face that hadn’t been there in the previous weeks.
Her bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks appeared cheerful, but her mouth was turned into a perpetual pout.
At recess she promptly sat down on a bench right next to the school doors and closed her eyes. The rest of the class ran across the parking lot to the playground.
“What’s the matter?”
She didn’t want to be outside. She didn’t want to be at school. She…
Petrified, I stood at the top of the hill, squinting in the bright sun. Hard packed snow dropped off in a straight J-curve in front of me, and I backed up in terror. I was going to die.
In high school I went on a yearly ski trip with my youth group. We didn’t go to real mountains, just small skiing facilities in central Michigan or Wisconsin. Most of the places were exactly what you can imagine for Midwest ski destinations: a barely-there bunny hill, a half-dozen medium slopes, and a single black diamond drop-off.
This particular year, the easy…
“Once, I performed a rectal examination on a patient, but I kept thinking something felt wrong.”
She paused, and her college-age audience waited eagerly for her conclusion — after all, a rectal examination-gone-wrong story told by an ER doctor was more interesting than the weather or politics.
“It wasn’t until the examination was complete that I looked at my hands and realized I’d forgotten something important. I wasn’t wearing my rubber gloves.”
I attended four years of college, and it’s with sad honesty that I admit most of what I learned leaked through the mental sieve of busyness and sleep…
For the fifth morning that week, it was raining. Condensation dripped onto me from the roof of the tent, the rain pitter-pattered outside, and my damp sweatpants clung to my legs. I sighed.
I grew up in Colorado, so the year after we were married, Curtis and I decided to take a camping trip from Chicago to the campground in the Rocky Mountains that I’d grown up going to.
The first day we got there, we chose a campsite that was on the high side of the campground, on a gravel rise. …
But I wanted that job.
Instead of letting me apply to a fast food restaurant when I was in high school, my parents encouraged me to make money doing odd jobs for people.
Dragging my feet, I reluctantly agreed. While my peers were flipping burgers and making minimum wage, I was working for unique, eccentric people who loved gardening, hot tea, and well-kept landscaping.
Instead of learning how to take orders and press buttons on a cash register, I was learning different skills: how to spread mulch, plant every kind of flower and shrub imaginable, even how to oil oak…
Imagine stepping into the break room to grab your lunch, only to hear the following conversation:
“Bill Freeman started the company in 1964 with the goal of helping provide shoes to children in need around the world. He created the first pair of shoes in his garage with his wife, Molly, and gave it to a poor child who lived across the street. That child was Michael Jordan, and that was his first pair of shoes. That’s why we have a men’s sneaker called ‘The Michael.’ ”
Bob confidently finishes his story, and the group of interns ooohs and ahhhs.
“Okay, everybody come to the table. It’s time to write thank-you cards.”
I groaned. Not again.
For something that only happened once a year, I had an overwhelming sense of dread about our annual thank-you card writing party.
The day after Christmas, my mom brought out a box of thank you cards, put them out on our huge dining room table, and gathered us around to write thank you cards to everyone who’d given us Christmas presents. …
Water dripped down my face as the rain beat on the leaves above my head. Adjusting my legs in the branches, I sighed.
It’s going to be a long night.
It started innocently enough. I was beginning my free travel week on a study abroad trip in England. Nineteen years old, ambitious, and almost flat broke, I’d scraped together enough for a weeklong standby bus ticket, and a few extra pounds to live off of for the next seven days.
For one week, I could go from anywhere, to anywhere.
After sleeping in the Heathrow airport the night before and…