Death & Dying, Mental health, Tales from the Manor

Tales from the Manor

I was a candy striper back in the day, a trembling middle-schooler under the watchful eye of Sister Perpetua—learning to make the hospital corners my mother bitterly complains of should anyone make her bed that way. One of my summer jobs in college was as an aide at Centralia Convalescent Center. They were my first… Continue reading Tales from the Manor