Pages of Insight

I get lost in the pages— not one, not two, but three… and then another, and another, until the light fades without asking permission. The house goes still. No voices. No footsteps. Just the quiet scrape of pages turning— proof that time is still moving, even if I am not. And I wonder— does the theme even matter once the story begins to unfold? When reality loosens its grip and you slip into the space between the lines, between the words, between who you are and who you’re a

I had the honor and privilege of speaking at this semester’s pinning ceremony for the graduating class. Being asked was deeply meaningful—though, truthfully, standing in front of nearly six hundred guests made me feel as if I might vomit. Once I stepped to the podium, the audience faded into a blur. I don’t think I saw a single face. My focus narrowed to one thing: trying to capture the meaning of nursing school—the weight of it, the growth, the becoming. In that moment, I wa

At some point in every nurse’s career, there is a moment of reckoning—a quiet pause that prompts the question, “Why am I still doing this?” For me, that moment did not pull me away from nursing; it pulled me deeper. It led me back into the classroom, back into the role of a novice, and back into the discomfort of learning all over again. Choosing to leave the familiarity of expertise to sit alongside students as they navigate the intensity of nursing school was not a detour—