How she got her smeller back.

After the accident, her broken nose did heal. It looked unchanged but worked differently, having lost its sense of smell. Once in a great while, the faintest whiffs of memory would waft by. One time, she got a flash of the smell of damp woods while walking with someone who described all the sensations to.. read more →

Keeping the fun going with homeopathy.

I just got home from a vacation in the Garden of Eden, where my scholarship is to be the camp nurse.  The garden of which I speak is Southern Week at Ashokan, a music and dance camp where 160 people live together in a wonderful community for a week. We are fed healthy, locally grown,.. read more →

“Don’t break your neck jumping to conclusions.”

I can not count the number of times my mother, father, and grandparents said this to me. I have vowed countless times to heed; yet I still have the instant reaction to a perception that often turns out to be wrong, twice already today before noon! The first instance was reacting to a document that.. read more →

Seize the creative moment.

This morning an idea woke me at dawn. I honored its presence and made a new presentation that I want to give at the 2016 ILCA conference. Within half an hour, the working draft was complete. Then, I went back to bed. Ideas often seize me during the night or early morning.  I have then.. read more →

Forgiveness and mother.

Summer evenings are long and sweet, as the fireflies rise up from the lawns and the bats flicker through the darkening skies; a favorite time for long walks through my beautifully landscape neighborhood. These hikes have become walking meditation. Last night, I thought about my mother, who I have not seen in 17 years. As.. read more →

Why I breastfed as I did.

Reading this interesting blog post http://themilkmeg.com/breastfeeding-in-1980-my-mother-talks-breastfeeding-and-dishwashers/ , makes me think about my mother and grandmothers and their feeding choices. My dad’s mother, Millie, breastfed him in 1925, until he was about 9 months old because “that’s what you did.” She weaned when he became able to use a cup. My mother’s  mother, Margie, breastfed her in 1929.. read more →