Author: Karen Mickley-Gomez

Bodhisattvas

When I was sixteen years old, a series of poor choices resulted in my getting arrested. The punishment designated by the court was 100 hours of community service, overseen by Reverend William T. Federici of First Congregational Church.  Unphased and unrepentant, I showed up (late, of course) for my first day of service straight from the beach: barefoot, sand covered, and bathing suit clad.  Rev. Federici said not a word about what brought me to his office, and set about drawing me a diagram detailing the direct connection between the mind and the heart.  He explained something called “the heart of the perfection of wisdom,” and advised that I needed not just to open, but to empty the negative thoughts cluttering my mind.  For a disaffected teenager, it was quite a concept.

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The Three-day Potty Training Method

What the book says: Potty training can be crappy.  But it doesn’t have to be. Reality:  Crap. Everywhere. What the book says: It will be fun.  It will be worth it.  It’s only 3 days, you’ve got this! Reality: It will be hell.  You will question everything including what you have done karmically to earn this. What the book says: You and your child will remain inside the house for three days, during which time he will be naked. Reality: Your naked child will spend three days trying desperately to escape your house. What the book says: Once you...

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A date with death

I have a date with death: April 3, 2017.  It’s not as ominous as it sounds, though – in fact I think it’s going to be a wonderful day.  This will be my first day as a hospice nurse. Early into my maternity clinical rotation at NYU, I decided I should be a Labor and Delivery RN.  Having assisted in a few uncomplicated deliveries with epidurals on board, clueless as to what the agony of labor felt like, it seemed a fantastic career plan. L+D nursing, at first glance, appeared to be mostly cheerleading with some IV fluids thrown in for good measure....

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Ladybug of Love

Twenty years ago, I walked into dog rescue quite literally by accident.  While home from France for the winter holidays, I went with my bestie Carey to the Connecticut Humane Society to help search for her first dog. Initially reluctant to join her, I thought seeing all the undeservingly homeless dogs would break my heart. Which, predictably, it did.  The surprise plot twist was that I found myself walking out the door holding the leash of my own adoptee.  Somehow, I was not deterred by the fact that I lived in another country, nor was I concerned that my mom had allergies...

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