What I discovered was that I was actually a small-town girl at heart. I love it here! I fell in love with the campus and the people.

[In] I Forgot That Love Existed, ... If my heart could do the thinking/ And my head begin to feel/ Then I'd look upon the world anew/ And know what's truly real.

What do you love more?” she teased. “My hair or my heart?” “Why give me only two choices? Don’t leave out your legs, your laugh, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the feel of your breath on my face, the sound of your voice in the morning, the way you taste, the three freckles on your nose, the fan of your eyelashes, the caring spirit, the determined soul — so why stop at your hair and your heart? How do you expect me to choose? When what I love the most about you — is you.

Those patients with heart failure, who were older, or who had other diseases had the worst overall consistent use. There are still doctors who are reluctant to prescribe these drugs to their sickest patients, maybe not realizing that potential side effects are far outweighed by the benefits. This represents a gap in our understanding – why is it that health care providers appear to fear treating these patients as aggressively as other patients?

I paint. I love the visual arts.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too