nursingforsocialjustice

Close your eyes and think of the images that come to your mind when you read or hear the word “nurse”. What do you see? Who do you see? What are they doing? How are they dressed? What is their ethnicity? Where are they located? For the past year, because…

My eldest child came to a realization the other day. They shared that they need to be with other people. They shared that they cannot live without these relationships. The connection is others is what makes their life worth living. What a realization for a 10 year old to make.…

If you love something, set it free. That’s a thing that people believe…right? Life is hard. Would anything be worth anything if it wasn’t? I worked a shift at work the other day. It was me and nurses who shared the same perspectives in care. I felt like I could…

I have four children. Two of them were born in hospital, and two of them were born at home. After my first experience of birthing a baby in a hospital, I made a very deliberate decision to never again birth a baby in a hospital. My success rate is 50%.…

It is strange, I think, when we assume the persona of someone in a professional role, and make a valiant (arrogant?) attempt to cognitively bracket out pieces of ourselves. What if those pieces of ourselves are what help us connect with our patients? My biggest critique (at this moment) of…

Sunrise is magical. What do you remember most about learning to be a nurse? A friend posted something I wrote in their Instagram feed. It’s like an enthusiastic high five and warm embrace that I’m not alone in my thinking. It’s nice to feel a little less alone. Do you…

Moral compasses. Isn’t it strange how substance use is frequently considered a problem? What would change if we just accepted substance use as a thing that humans do? We can accept it for legal stuff. So…let’s legalize substances. The overarching idea that drugs are bad and will eventually turn into…

The sun in shining. Spring is around the corner. Arbitrary measurements of time are passing and I feel oddly stalled out. Do you ever ever fleeting moments of doing something completely different with your life? I have fantasies of being a soap maker and professional crafter. I have not done…

Stories of women. Stories of people. Sharing stories. Why don’t we share the stories of how we arrived to where we are? Are they secrets? Are they insignificant? We say we want to know stories of patients. I want to know the stories of my peers, my colleagues. I don’t…