I took this photo three years ago while driving through the desert of northwestern Nevada.  There was a storm on the horizon, and it was simply beautiful.  There was something menacing about that day, and I knew it would follow me. 

That magical place where my nouns peace and future interwine has left me. I will land there again, just not today. This morning I was coaching a labor patient and her husband when I felt the most horrendous and foreboding cramps. Too busy to leave the room, my Ibuprofen was calling my name begging for it's use like crack begs an addict.  Instead I phoned the doctor; this patients baby was having decelerations among other things. The doctor reamed me out for calling when he was already on his way, then told me I lied about her dilation. My left hand held his screaming voice to my ear as my right press against a pregant belly, all the while my period came in full force.