Dear Dr. X, What a nice surprise it was to bump into you today outside of the hospital, neither one of us a patient or an employee. As...

I’m typically a silver-linings kind of girl. In the midst of challenges and most definitely in retrospect, I look for the gifts, lessons...

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gi4C6GncmQ4 So, here I am, where I often find myself: at home, alone with my pup, awake too late...

National Poetry Month #NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2021 What a month! For the last thirty days of April, and in celebration of NATIONAL POETRY...

I’m a collector of quotes and always have been. As a high school student, I kept a notebook of narratives I found interesting and...

April is National Poetry Month, or so say my favorite family on the West Coast. I've chosen to accept a challenge from these fantabulous...

Inspired by a Facebook image that perfectly encapsulates some very special people and poignant times in my life, I hereby present a...

This past weekend, a person I love dearly was in trouble…real trouble. Alone and far from home, after midnight, with a work task...

I wear a mask to protect you, you wear a mask to protect me. Everyone is tired. I get it, I'm tired too. It's hot, sweaty and...

A somewhat exaggerated parental account From an early age, I understood that life is easier when you follow rules. Follow the rules and...

by Hayley Cagan Kamis, MA, CCC-SLP, RM/T, M.O.M. Originally published in 2011, Autism Spectrum News, 4(2), 20-34. After seven years of...

Originally published in FLAME, 2008 The Center for Hope has now expanded its provision of holistic services to include complementary and...

I've always loved movies and television. My dad enjoyed films in a very intellectual way, although I clearly remember his hysterical...

Every Friday I try to write a message of hope, insight, love, gratitude – something positive upon which to reflect during one’s...

Hi there. My name is Hayley, and I’m a live person typing on my computer in real time. Crazy, right? I promise I won’t call and pretend...

I am a matriarch. As the first female born to my father’s family in 50 years, my birth set in motion the passing of traditions and values...

Today my friend George tenderly floated on a whisper of tranquility and returned home. No pomp. No circumstance. All humility and grace....

Based on a true story...more true than I choose to accept... Dear University Staff, I’m following up on a conversation with Dr. So-and-So...

Based on the original article published in "Faces of Sepsis" for Sepsis Alliance On a Monday in Boston, I mentioned to my sister and my...