Delivered by a Storm
Your rolling and stretching had grown quiet that stormy winter night, but no labor came as it should. A long ten days overdue post-Christmas, you clung to amnion and womb, not yet ready to emerge. Then the northeast wind blew more wicked and the snow flew horizontal,...
Guilt Laid Bare
As a physician-in-training in the late 1970s, I rotated among a variety of inner-city public hospitals, honing clinical skills with patients who were grateful to have someone, anyone, care enough to take care of them. There were plenty of street people who needed to...
Stumbling Upon Spring
Late winter is often particularly dark and dank. My doldrums are deep; the brief respite of sun and warmth too rare. Cranky, I put one foot ahead of the other, get done what needs to be done, oblivious to subtle renewal around me, refusing to believe even in the...About Author
Emily Gibson
I’m a wife, mother, farmer and family physician, living the rural life in northwest Washington state. I’ve been chronicling life on the farm for over a decade, with an emphasis on raising our family in faithful stewardship to our God and to the land we call home for the time being. My Barnstorming blog reflects that covenant, through words and photography.
My writing is a mix of stories, personal essays, memoir, poetry, reflections, and meditations, some of which have now been published in Country Magazine by Reiman Publications/Readers Digest, in addition to regular medical opinion essays onKevinMD.com and as a guest writer for Her.menuetics. I have a published essay in an anthology called The Jane Effect: Celebrating Jane Goodall, to be released February 2015, recounting my first meeting with Jane.