Father Time smirks at me. His knowing gaze professes: “You can run but you cannot hide!” I reply with a raised eyebrow and a husky “Game on, Brother!” He knows not who he is dealing with.

As the saying goes, “Getting old is not for sissies.” And the truth is……


“Autumn carries more gold

In its pocket than all the other seasons.”

— Jim Bishop

The landscape around my home is currently awash in this warming hue. Farm fields boast shades from straw to ochre, amber to russet. Whether in the kitchen, sewing room, or other inside spaces, flavors, textures…


“It’s a curse being a woman,” I thought as I opened a few recent invites to fall nuptials. Out of envelopes erupted my vortex of analysis paralysis to find the right frock. I thought my closet had been streamlined to wardrobe perfection. Like Goldilocks, I wanted a dress that was…


“Tomato and cheese omelet and large coffee to go, please,” I tell the cashier in the coffee shop. I sidestep other patrons and take my place in the wait queue. It’s 2AM and the hospital’s only food station for us night owls is soon to close. …


My mother could nurture enormous, lush flora from seemingly dead sticks. Foliage was putty in her gifted hands, shaping themselves into respectable specimens with seemingly little more than water. She would frequently speak kindly to them, a practice which made my siblings and me roll our eyes with a palpable…


The hallmark of the profession is unrelenting advocacy while routinely working in less than desirable situations. From hysterical to heart-wrenching, life tosses some definite surprises into the pot. And not just for the patients. Temperaments of both patients under duress and providers season this healthcare soup, the flavor of which…


“Oh Baby, pleeeeze!” Ana purrs in her luxurious Latino brogue as she pauses the wine glass at her lips. “You’re livin’ life! It’s OK!” she offers against my anxious apologies of sparse communication. …


“It’s never over till it’s over,” our realtor cautioned as we excitedly embarked on our home purchase. They say you know when you are “home,” and something I cannot explain led me room to room, as if by the hand, at the open house. …


Her ample figure bustles about the room, her piercing eyes watch as pencils in stubby fingers scribble hieroglyphs onto blank pages. An imposing presence from both habitus and experience leaves little doubt about the consequences of cheating. In the stark, fluorescent lighting of this classroom, many have barely endured the…


I recently finished my first half-marathon, a 13.1-mile trial of discipline and perseverance. Unlike my past rollercoaster rides of inactivity followed by bursts of overachieving, this was a respectable, incremental effort of kinder steps followed by an event completed without needing four day’s rest. I will, however, admit to experiencing…

Carol A. Craig

Seeker, wine lover, wife, mom, critical care healthcare provider and fledgling athlete. May my writings help you smile, laugh out loud, inspire and reflect.

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