The Urban Resident

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  • Part 2: On Hope

    After a brutal series of Christmas shifts in the ER, I had finally come home for the holidays.  My mother and I were in the kitchen, talking like we used to.  We had seen and loved the new Les Miserables film, and so I brought up an interesting question from an interview with Samantha Barks,…

  • Abba

    She wouldn’t stop crying, so I picked her up before realizing that the diaper was wet.  The sun was setting and the room was dim and quiet, disturbed only by the peripheral noises of the hospital hallway and the sound of her distress.  I gingerly held her up, setting her flat on the bed, and…