I am sick of pink. Pink runs, pink toothpaste packages, pink yogurt. I am sick of pink articles, pink signs, pink nail polish. Every time I see pink it reminds me that my mom has cancer. It reminds me that the first time an “expert” saw her...

Many, MANY of you have sent me emails and posted comments asking for more information about becoming a flight nurse. I have read every single one of them, and have realized how important it is for me to finish my “Becoming a Flight Nurse” venture. ...

Her footsteps echo rhythmically, the first two hesitant, the rest intentionally systematic so as to not seem rushed.  The lights glaring should be the source of her perspiration, but the cold air vent blowing from the ceiling chill her bare arms...