The Price of American Lives in March of 2020

Apparently valuing human life more than money is now a political view. Read that again: the sanctity of human life as driven by our biology and as literally directed by God is up for debate in 2020.

Our President has changed his mind about COVID-19 and not for the health and safety of American citizens. First, it was a terrible disease that required people to sacrifice and stay home, but now the country should be back open for business by Easter for the economy’s sake. This about-face occurred after reports that some of his business locations closed and his company was now facing financial hardship. Suddenly, our economy became more important than American lives, including our cherished elderly, healthcare workers, civil servants, and many others. The re-branding of this callous message is that the ‘inevitable’ collapse of the US and world economies will cause more death and suffering than following in China’s or Italy’s footsteps with COVID-19. I call bullshit.

As a nurse, I will go to work to provide care for others and consider it not only an honor, but a calling. I am also acutely aware of reports of American medical professionals, young and old, who have died or are in critical condition after caring for COVID-19 positive patients. Nurses are trained to understand disease pathology and epidemiology, giving us the discernment to understand that COVID-19 is most definitely not the flu and is a true emergency of drastic proportions. This medical training is helpful to make an educated judgement, but anyone with internet access can see the media coming out of other countries affected by this virus. This virus turns hospitals into apparent war zones rather than places of healing, which will worsen and intensify if the President pushes through policy based on egocentric desires for economic self-preservation.

Never more than today have I missed President Obama and the security I felt having a rational, progressive leader in the White House. Never more than today have I been concerned for the moral compass of our great country. Never more than today have I looked upon my daughter’s face and hoped that this current trial will not be the one that separates us.

For those who doubt that God commanded us to value human life, open the Good Book and see for yourself, “A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” John 13:34-35


Love Poem

I do not wish to write poetry for you with words of black and white, rather with little moments slowly etched into the sands of time.



Yesterday I told my daughter that I had never written a poem about you and it is easy to see why – what justice could a poem do for the countless hours you have showed up and loved me.

My words fall short of the days you have stood by me, the days you guided me before I could walk on my own, and the days my legs failed me despite the lessons you taught me so diligently.

Despite my poor prognosis, I will still try because that is yet another thing you have taught me – that I can do what I put my mind, heart, and soul to because it is just a matter of effort and overcoming obstacles.

One generation

At a time growing stronger

Your wish brought to life

Haiku’s are hard and this is me, Amanda Marie, writing a corny post with love for my father.


Me and You

In a world full of fake, you are real

In my heart of darkness, you shine your light

In the moments before sleep, you cross my mind

In what little time remains, you are my desire

In the depths of my soul, you have a home

In despite of all this, you seem not to know

How hard it is knowing you’ll never call me your own


I don’t stop

Today is the day, now is the time. Open your heart, open your mind. World around us, beautiful and vast. Don’t waste yourself, time won’t last. Go on get up, face devilish foe. This is your fight, only you know. No matter the day, the key remains. I don’t stop.



As a nurse, I have the privilege and honor of caring for people, often at their most vulnerable times. During my years on the job, I have been many things to many people; I have been a caregiver, an honest voice, a protector, a teammate, a friend, a sounding board, a teacher, a student, a recorder, and a witness. I have witnessed joy, sorrow, strength, fatigue, gains, losses, the best, the absolute worst, and whatever was going on for you that day. This is being a nurse and I, for one, wouldn’t have it any other way.


Love Fortified

Eyes that peer deep below

Shining back what they know

Caressing darkness and the light

With tenderness they have yet to find

In a world so vast and cruel

The deep pool comes to glow

Lighting up the eyes that know

Warm, bright, full of love

Tearing down the walls above

In a world that feels brand new

Made stronger loving you


Counting 2004

Two, A little girl read from bed a place the sidewalk ends

Three, From there she would grow so low sun won’t show

Four, Found there she ought beware false care that dare mislead her

Five, There she would be for he to see her free for taking

Six, Take he would while she lay without words to say this is not okay though she may dream a different day to fly away