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The Power of Presence

One morning as I walked through the halls of my unit inviting residents to participate in the planned activity, I saw a bedbound man stirring. I had been trying to speak with him for a while, but he was so…

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Southern Humidity

I cry a lot more than I used to. Maybe the humidity down south causes me to have a surplus of water in my tear ducts and they can't help but leak. (It’s a good thing I wasn’t a biology…

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