Jennifer Osufsen, Author

Saturday, May 22, 2094 Before dawn Somewhere in the Bayous of Louisiana District Patient: Lillianna Fontaine, age 21. G1, P0 (well, P1 now), 38W 4D gestation. Delivered a healthy baby girl at 03:32. No complications, despite being a little early. She weighed approximately seven pounds. Approximate, because my hanging scale is probably near New Orleans right now on the Adeline , instead of being used in a mosquito-infested swamp in the middle of nowhere Louisiana. Lillianna promptly named the squalling baby Sunshine Jane. Ironic, because for the last day and a half, we had not seen the sun; only the heavy, steel sky and its sheets of rain. An hour after the rain ceased, one of the wagon's wheels bogged down in the soup. Coincidentally, Lillianna's labor began in earnest around the same time. Both events halted the five-wagon train for the day, and I expect it will be another day before we are able to travel once more. Cody Fontaine, Lillianna's husband, claimed we ...

Wednesday, May 19, 2094 Alexandria, Louisiana District No patient notes today. I'm weary from travel, but wanted to get a few things written down, if for no other reason than to decompress. When we docked at Davis Island, two armed River Port Security officers stormed aboard the Adeline . My stomach dropped like a lead weight into a pond, and all the bile tossing around in there threatened to resurface. I quickly retreated to my room when I saw them on the dock waiting for the ship to moor. If they were coming for me, I wanted my belongings. When I heard boots stomping on the hallway outside my door, I cried. By some miracle, they passed. I watched, baffled, as they towed a handcuffed passenger off the ship and down the dock. The rumors spread that he had seditious material, and had been distributing the printed propaganda at every port call we had made. The man's name was William, and he often kept to himself. I had no contact with him during our journey. I feel asha...

Monday, May 17, 2094 Yazoo Landing, Mississippi District 21:30 Patient: Cora Thomas, age 28. A massive outbreak of norovirus swept through the passengers and crew, with only a handful of people unaffected. I was one of the unfortunate ones who huddled in their bathrooms with their heads near the toilet. Do you think that is why sailors call bathrooms the head ? Probably not, but it was one of the miserable coherent thoughts to stream across my exhausted brain.  Just over 24 hours after it all began, I emerged from my cabin, shaky and weak, and smelling of my medicinal oil blend. Bless the cook's heart, he had a broth soup prepared with crackers on the side. A few other passengers nodded wearily to me as they passed. Everyone had the pale, wan skin associated with recovering illness. As Captain Barnhart slouched toward me, I saw the same shell-shocked stare. It didn't stop him from tipping his hat and smiling as he greeted me. I had enough sense to ask about his rec...

Saturday, May 15, 2094 Port Pemiscot, Missouri District 16:45 Once word got out yesterday there was a physician on-board, the floodgates opened wide. I'll admit that hearing greetings of, "Hey, Doc!" and "Hi, Doctor Cora" has brightened my time here. 06:30 - Patient: Teddy Knox, age 7. Foreign object removal from left ear canal (two pearls). Loaned his mother, Callie Knox, needle and thread to restring her grandmother's necklace. Callie insisted I take a dozen apples as payment. 07:13 -  Patients: Identical twin brothers Ed and Ned Dorley, age 56. Both complained of a toothache in the same lower right quadrant of the jaw. Both presented with nearly identical abscesses in size and shape. Applied coconut oil infused with garlic with sterile swab, and provided enough for self-application three times daily. Will follow-up with them each evening. Graciously declined payment of a 2-yr old faithful egg-laying hen. 09:50 - Patient: Bucky, a Pekingese pup...

The first entry in Doc Cora's casebook May 14, 2094 11:10 I'm surprised I am able to write this at all with my hands shaking as much as they are. My eyes keep straying to the locked cabin door, and the churning in my stomach has nothing to do with the rocking of the Adeline . He found me. Wilkes saw me on the boat, and now he can track -- 13:30 Well, that was odd. I guess this will turn out to be a physician's casebook sooner than I had planned. Earlier, footsteps pounded in the hallway outside my cabin, and muffled shouts followed. One passenger nearly plowed me over when I peeked into the hall. I followed the ruckus up the stairs - no, the companionway - and found a crowd of men and women leaning over the port side of the steamboat. Shouts and shuffling feet joined the hissing of steam and the churning of the paddle-wheel. By the time I reached the swell of passengers, they had begun tugging on a thick jute rope. Several men and even two women hauled a soaked ...

While sorting through my books the other day, I found an interesting journal. It's the patient casebook of Dr. Cora Thomas. I found it intriguing, so I will be posting one of Cora's entries each morning. Maybe you'll find it as fascinating as I did.

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Book 3 of the Republic of Texas series will be coming to Amazon in November 2016. Here's a sneak peek: A CHANCE ENCOUNTER     Deputy Jimmy Wilson enters a downtown Austin coffee shop in search of stout caffeine, and finds himself more captivated with the raven-haired barista than with the double espresso warming his hands. Her sassy wit and easy smile dart straight to his heart, awakening him more than a cup of joe ever could.     Elise Gomez breaks her own rule – never date a customer – when she agrees to go to dinner with the cute lawman with the mile-long drawl. Something about hi s smile and crooked grin tugs at the hidden part of her she thought long dead. Maybe if she had known it was a wedding rehearsal dinner for the President’s son, Elise would not have ditched him in the middle of the salad course. She suddenly finds herself on the run, again, fleeing those in power who would expose her sordid past.  LOVE FINDS A WAY ...

Journey by Jennifer Osufsen I meandered through the gray, another shadow in a forest of forlorn shades. Black thorns snagged at my withered rags and I stumbled, snared on rocks underfoot. Thus I traveled, weary and battered, a faceless specter in a writhing mass of sameness. From the midst of the mass a voice said a word. It felt vaguely familiar, magnetic, as though the word lived inside me, and I around it. Yet I shook my head, tossing free the irritant, continuing to stumble and rise. Then off to the right, the leaden sky brightened, a dab of white shoved aside the steel. From this white, the voice called once more, and my heart beat this word: Name. The voice knew my name. It called from the shadows, drawing me toward the white. Light. It was light! How marvelous, and strange. So gazing around me at those struggling with me, I departed from the path. The voice shouted my Name, and I began to run. Fear fled as I approached the ligh...

God asked me a question today: Am I the Captain of your ship? "Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take." Proverbs 3:6 We are all afloat in troubled waters. Our journeys differ, but the destination remains the same for us all: The Choice. At the end of our life, our quest upon the seas, we arrive at the port of eternity - with God, or without Him. Many have chosen His Way, and it is to you that I write today. You have made God your Lord, but have you allowed Him to captain your ship? The world's oceans run deep and dark, filled with immeasurable joy and fathomless pain. Without God at the helm to decide our headings, we float adrift. The wind grabs our sails and says, "Go this way." It's often too late that we realize the coaxing winds are tossing us into the hurricane. We desperately need a Captain to guide the way, to say No  to the sinful winds and the storms of the self-righteous. The world tells us to set our ow...

Hi friends and fans, Wow! I am probably the most negligent writer of blog posts in the literary world. I wanted to post an update of sorts. Early in the fall, I accepted God's call to write the program for our church's annual Ladies Christmas Tea. I had originally declined the responsibility, knowing how busy my life was at the time. I said I would help with all the printed materials, in design and execution, and would handle promotion and bulletin announcements (another ministry within the church that I do weekly is the bulletin design and printing). Writing the program was another stress I didn't want to add to my life at the time, especially when dealing with a massive writer's block in the road of my third novel. Instead, people began to bring me ideas and songs inspirations for the program. Rather than saying flat out I wouldn't write it, I began to pray and see if it was what God wanted me to do. People, that's a hard thing to do. Saying "yes...