Even now I can remember what it was like in the morning when things began to change. This was about 6 in the morning when I just completed a very tiring night duty at the hospital. I felt my arteries scream at me to cease, my scrubs were covered with coffee and disinfectant stench, and … Read more
If you have never tried Ube (Purple Yam), don’t worry it doesn’t taste like a potato! Ube has a gentle, sweet and nutty flavor that is often described as a mix of vanilla, pistachio, and mild coconut. This vibrant purple breakfast is naturally sweet, rich in antioxidants, and brings a tropical “summer dream” vibe to … Read more
Until dawn, the rain set its own rhythm on the roof of the kitchen tin, and acquainted in-lightly, and familiarly. This type of morning has always attracted me; They feel like an invitation to the course-right, breathing and coming back in themselves. With my youngest still bed and radio with a low we, I opened … Read more
Essences of antiseptic and midnight coffee prevailed in the halls. Jamie was leaning on the nurse station with a Styrofoam cup warming her hands as the eyes followed the dim hallway outside ICU Room 7. It was close to two am her lunch and she had already dragged a container out of the locker before … Read more
The lights of the cafeteria buzzed, and Jamie took off her gloves and rested on the counter of the break room. It was at three seventeen in the morning, and the nurse station had at last subsided. There were dim corridors, through which the machines were murmuring where the majority of patients slept. After twelve … Read more
With one hand, Jamie threw a warm mug from the edge of his breast and kept the mug stable on her lap, while the floor under her lukewarm uttar urgency of overnight shift. Lights pulsed overhead; A patient is bent under the monitor hall; The brake room smells with cold pizza and burnt coffee unclear. … Read more
When I first started experimenting with overnight oats with instant oatmeal, I didn’t know how much they change in my morning. My love for this make-forward breakfast began during my night shift as a technology at Mission Hospital in Ashville. Those changes were long, food was often abandoned, and there was too much cafeteria coffee. … Read more
The hallway lights flickered at 3:27 a.m., and a monitor behind her let out a single sharp note. Jamie rubbed her temples, her fourth cup of black coffee growing rapidly frigid next to an ajar notebook. Somewhere, a patient stirred. She’d been on since 7 p.m., hollowed-out with fatigue. The hospital buzzed low and steady. … Read more
The night before her mother’s last surgery, Jamie stood in the narrow kitchen of their Asheville bungalow, surrounded by the hush that settles over a house full of worry. Outside, oak trees stretched dark against the mountains. Inside, a single stove light flickered as she stirred oat bran into a bowl, her hands moving on … Read more