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Tag Archives: Allen Long
A couple of years after I joined an inner-city hospital in the San Francisco Bay Area as a certified nursing assistant (CNA), my charge nurse, Carmen Sanchez, assigned me to sit with a fifty-nine-year-old male patient who was on a … Continue reading
I work as a certified nursing assistant (CNA) for an inner-city hospital on the Pacific coast. Two years ago, charge nurse Carmen Sanchez assigned me to sit with a twenty-two-year-old Chinese patient named Alex, who’d had a rough life. He’d … Continue reading
My mother, my brother Danny, and I recently placed our ninety-year-old husband/father into a memory care facility. He has advanced dementia, he’s had a string of mini-strokes, and he’s become impossible for our mother to care for and control at … Continue reading
When I was elementary-school-aged during the Sixties in Arlington, Virginia, my parents couldn’t decide whether they loved or hated me. They felt the same way about my younger brother Danny. Our mother was warm, generous, supportive, and kind. However, frequently, … Continue reading
Crime and Punishment In 1962, the summer I was six, my mother invited a woman friend from our church over for lunch. This would have been fine with me, except Mrs. Cunningham brought along her son Webster, a red-haired boy … Continue reading
My first night in the psych ward, I bunked in a large room with three Hispanic guys—Juan, Miguel, and Jose. Juan appeared normal and friendly. Miguel had a wicked knife scar running down the left side of his face, but … Continue reading
Tina My kindergarten classroom had tall windows that stretched to the ceiling, filling our fingerpaint-scented room with bright swaths of yellow-white sunlight. I still remember my teacher’s name, Mrs. Orton, and her kind face. The faces of my classmates have … Continue reading