Just wanted to take a second and celebrate this small-ish achievement for The Ink Owl. I started this blog just over three years ago and it has been fascinating and thrilling to be followed by all 500 (+1) of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for following my crazy erratic writing. Thank … More InkOwl Celebration!
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“I’m too old for this,” she moaned as we repositioned her body higher up in the hospital bed. “You are not,” I said, looking her square in the eye. Her eyes narrowed and a gnarled hand reached up to point a finger at my chest, “Boy, I’m 86 years old, I’ve got 15 great-grandkids, and … More Of A Healer: Too Old
“Hey Mary, sorry to bother you again,” I said knocking on the door as I stuck my head in, “I just need to check your drains.” Mary sat in her hospital bed, her bare head wrapped In a colorful scarf. Her wrinkled face broke into even more smile lines as the eighty-two-year-old waved me in. … More Of A Healer: Goat Boy
“Don’t you go by the Grave Door ya hear?” Grandma Flo yelled from the porch swing. I waved back, pretending I hadn’t heard and marched on down the street. “The Grave Door?” asked Sally, her blond curls cupping up under chin. She looked angelic in the evening light, her green eyes glowing with fear and … More Sinister Countdown: The Grave Door
*Warning this piece contains some graphic medical descriptions and medical field situations that some may find disturbing.* “Hey, could you come here?” Bev called as she stuck her head out of a room. I hear a note of panic rising slowly in her voice, but didn’t think anything of it as she stepped back beyond … More Of A Healer: In Death’s Arms
We worked together, moving Beth from side to side. She was approaching 85 and having had several major abdominal surgeries to remove multiple cancerous tumors her body was slowly shutting down. Severe edema made both of her legs swell to twice their size and was slowly losing her strength to stand and move. The work was taxing … More Of A Healer: Batman
She’s on her way out, the docs just told us,” she said, tears filling her eyes. I reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder, sharing the look, sharing the fear. “I-, I don’t know how long she’s going to be with us, but I know she would appreciate a visit from you,” she … More Of A Healer: Julie
For all you who are following this blog, The Ink Owl will be slowing down its posts for this next year. I’m planning on doing four posts a month so that I can focus on larger writing projects that need my attention. I’m excited to briefly mention that I was able to pitch a story … More Slowing Down
“I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.” ― Brené Brown Brené Brown holds a masters of social work and is a research professor for the University of Huston. For more than fifteen years she has been studying topics such as courage, … More Self-love: Love, A Process