5 ways to avoid back, leg & knee injury

Strained back. Weak knees. Pains in the legs. At 55, I consider myself fortunate. I’m a certified nursing assistant who has spent the better part of 20-plus years lifting, transferring, and rolling over patients taller and heavier than me. Yet, I’ve never had any back or leg problems; and the only knee problems I’ve ever…

The Art of the Text: the Response

What could possibly feel lonlier? I send a text; no response. A few hours go by; no response. Twenty-four hours later I feel like a person who’s standing, uninvited, on the porch of someone they believe is their friend, ringing their doorbell, knowing they’re on the other side of the door, peeping through the peep-hole.…

Nana’s Smell

via Daily Prompt: Fragrance It makes my morning when, after 12 hours of physical work turning and lifting patients, running from one patient room to another completing tasks, and hot-flashing like clock-work every two hours the night before, a patient compliments my fragrance. But nothing is more satisfying that having my grandchildren connect a certain…

Armed for life

Standing at a safe distance, I watched this little woman, armed only with a napkin, fearlessly walk up close to a spider large enough to cover the center of an adult’s palm, and pick it off of her curtain. Seriously? Only two minutes before I, a woman who stands a full four inches taller, stood…

No, I’m not a Christian

I’m always amused at the expressions I get when I allow the words in that sentence to fall unapologetically out of my mouth. I’m even more amused at the sideline glances, the stares, and the total rejection from those who claim that they actually are Christians. This scenario actually played out on a hospital unit…

A Lyft for a lazy bus rider

I couldn’t believe it. Did my Lyft driver just call me lazy? Let me add that this particular Lyft driver was actually driving me to work at the time as I sat in the back seat wondering whether gifting him with a low star rating at the end of this ride might improve his “friendliness”…

The pimple through the veil

The first time I ever felt behavior that I could clearly define as prejudiced because it directly involved my brown skin color, I was working as a staff writer at a newspaper in my home town in 1994 when I was 32 years old. I was the only black writer in the community and general…

Good Manners

The definition of good manners at the dinner table is not rocket science and one doesn’t need to reference Emily Post in dogged pursuit of the concept. Basically it goes like this: Chew with your mouth closed; No talking while you’re chewing; Elbows off the table; and clean your plate. With my grandchildren I realize…

Living with My Fears

I hate being afraid. Off to the left of me, in his room sound asleep, my patient is snoring, oblivious to his caregiver – me – sitting just outside his room frantically checking the floor around her every couple of seconds for movement. Not just any movement – I can handle the centipedes that zoom…