Author: Joanna

I’m lying here  Suspended in time  My nose is burning My chest is tight I’m afraid But not really Life will pick up again With its endless Merry go round  Of tasks And worries I scroll through pictures I can see that my sister’s littlest kid has  the strong Arms of our other sister Those… Continue reading A COVID Poem

The night shift is a very strange animal. I have to nap for at least two hours before going in for the first shift of my three-night stretch. I arrive feeling so rested. As the night wears on, 1 am comes and goes, then 3 am. By 4 am I am like a ghost, my… Continue reading A stretch of shifts

September 2018 I am almost finished with the second draft of a murder mystery that I have been writing for the past year in between hospital shifts and driving my children hither and thon. The book is autobiographical in many respects particularly in that the heroine is a young woman whose gay father has just… Continue reading The murder mystery and my father’s journal