I know you all have been loosing sleep over when I'd post the last installment of HOW A HEART BEATS. Maybe even shouting at your screens "You wrote a flippin' romance... Where's the dude?!" So far we've met Liv and her 'Ride or Die' Lottie. We've seen Liv save a life, make a new friend and suffer the realities of working the night shift. All good and interesting set up for what is the best part of any romance - aside from the first kiss - The Meet Cute. For those of you who d

Yes, to write. Get your minds out of the gutter. Music has a special place in my heart. From an elementary school band geek, to an 'All American' Marching Band All-Star at Purdue, music was a fun, creative outlet. And I'll be honest, if Jerry Jones wanted to give the Cowgirls a boost with a professional marching band comprised of middle-aged adults cleaving to their 'this one time in band camp' hay-day... Well, I'd be first in line with my piccolo tucked beneath my arm. But w

“Stop compressions, please.” Habit drew her eyes to the monitor hanging at the foot of the bed. Expecting the worst, she prepped for the flat line that meant death, but there was movement. A quiver. Liv’s heart jumped into her throat. Professional decorum be dammed, Liv bounced on the balls of her feet and pointed at the monitor. “That’s fine v-fib!” She dove to her knees and fumbled through the defibrillator settings. The black cloud hanging over the room cracked with a ray

So there is a lot of grumbling around my ER lately. Shocker I know. But its not the usual staffing problems, drink policing, or day vs. night shift drama. Not to mention the bees in our bonnet over taking away Diet Coke and Dr Pepper (IN TEXAS) and replacing them with Pepsi. Currently, nurses are at WAR. And you are either with us. Or you're wrong. 2 months ago nurses were informed we'd be getting new IV catheters. For the one person who reads my drivel that isn't in the med

Chapter 1 It’s not superstition. It’s a known fact. Shit happens in threes. A sterile brightness glared overhead. Controlled chaos buzzed below. The trauma room pulsed with tonal beeps, wailing alarms and hushed, hurried voices. And yet, a calm hung over the half dozen bodies bustling around a stretcher. A forced calm to keep the team from cracking. All too soon, slow, accepting motions replaced swift determination. One by one, nurses in royal blue, medics in green, and the E