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He stood on a street corner near Philadelphia City Hall with 2 other sailors, their ship in port for the weekend. He saw her on the…

Apr 26, 2021

Apr 26, 2021

He sat upright, his eyes like sunken pools of the polluted Ganges River.

Soft restraints surrounded his wrists, the ties dangling to the underbelly of the bed, tied in a fashion so that he couldn’t reach them…

Jan 23, 2021

Jan 23, 2021

The Day After January 20, 2021

On January 20, I was fortunate to be working in a patient’s home whose political beliefs are aligned with mine.

Jan 22, 2021

The Day After January 20, 2021

Jan 22, 2021

Carrying a Time Bomb

Most people wonder what will eventually claim their life. We navigate this life as a young person never really thinking about it, until we…

Aug 30, 2020

Carrying a Time Bomb

Aug 30, 2020

Our Nation is Weeping

I weep.

Jul 21, 2020

Jul 21, 2020

Scar Tissue

I leaned down to pick up the Equal packet on the floor. It landed by my right foot. My eyes focused on the long scar on my right arch, a…

Jun 26, 2020

Scar Tissue

Jun 26, 2020

A Matter of Touch

We bring out babies into this world and immediately cradle their tiny body skin to skin. The bonding of parent and child begins…

May 29, 2020

A Matter of Touch

May 29, 2020

Don’t Turn Away From the Truth

Denial.

Apr 2, 2020

Don’t Turn Away From the Truth

Apr 2, 2020

It was 7:15 a.m.

It was 1975, and I was half way through my senior year in nursing school. The patient assigned to my care was named Rick, and he was 3…

Mar 29, 2020

It was 7:15 a.m.

Mar 29, 2020

Cathy Kinard

Cathy Kinard

I am a critical care nurse for 45 years. I’m a mother. I’m a wife. I’m a writer that’s been trapped in a nurse’s body. It’s time to speak my truth.

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