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And to my colleagues? The ones calling me "crazy" or "not believable" ? I will be writing about you next.
I mean, if I feel like it.
I don't know if I feel like it. I have not decided yet.
I have two other books with @HarperCollins before I get around to writing abt you
I mean, if I feel like it.
I don't know if I feel like it. I have not decided yet.
I have two other books with @HarperCollins before I get around to writing abt you
There's no way in hell I'm going to interrupt my current memoir to suddenly pay attention to some standard abuse that we disabled faculty (and students and staff) receive all the time. Abuse so standard? I already wrote about version of it
No, the memoir will not be about you.
No, the memoir will not be about you.
What do I mean by "I already wrote about version of [standard abuse of disabled ppl inside higher ed]" ?
Here's "Some Husbands I Work With." It appears in @epiphanylit and these are tags & content warnings : #EmilyDickinson #SpousalHires #Censorship #Disabled #AcademicChatter
Here's "Some Husbands I Work With." It appears in @epiphanylit and these are tags & content warnings : #EmilyDickinson #SpousalHires #Censorship #Disabled #AcademicChatter
1/š§µA patient told me he lost hope. A spouse got mad at me for being too direct. I needed #compassion & truth to restructure #hope toward what was possible. These tools can be taught, learned & modeled.
A story for you, placing compassion & hope side-by-sideā¦
A story for you, placing compassion & hope side-by-sideā¦
2/ Compassion and Hope must be modeled for students to learnā¦and must be part of every interaction with patients.
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In my end-of-life conversations, while always remaining kind, I avoid providing false hope.
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In my end-of-life conversations, while always remaining kind, I avoid providing false hope.
3/ I was once explaining to a daughter that her mother was dying on the ventilator, a conclusion I had come to over five days as, despite everything we had done, no reprieve was in sight. The once-placid daughter slammed her fist on the table, then raised it at me as I recoiled.
āHopeā is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
1/3 #emilydickinson
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
1/3 #emilydickinson
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
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And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
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Iāve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
3/3 #emilydickinson
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
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