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And forgive us our trespasses
[ad_1] HistorySituated between an older brother and younger sister, I’m the middle child of parents who planned. How else would we be August, September, October babies? I don’t remember being happy, or sad, or resentful when my little sister was born, but I wasn’t...
Beyond fear – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C
[ad_1] History1973 was a big year for me. I turned four, my family moved to a new home in another state, and I learned about yellow jackets and rats. There was a woodpile in our backyard. Curious boy that I was, I noticed that insects were flying in and out of it,...
Stop making sense – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C
[ad_1] Recent pastIn early March of 2020, when news of a pandemic was filtering into our lives, I was working as an RN at SUNY Upstate Medical University in the Adult Emergency Department (ED). Some of my colleagues began to wear surgical masks after the WHO...
Soy un perdedor – by Scott Marsland, FNP-C
PAST The West Hartford, CT of my boyhood had a well-developed soccer league. In Connecticut public schools, soccer had more sway than football. For three years I played right wing for a team called the Darts. Our uniforms consisted of green and white jerseys, with...
