Blog: Morning ThoughtsThere are always new stories and new ideas. The stories come from mothers, babies, and research. The ideas come from me, after 30+ years of clinical practice, usually in the morning. Hence the category: Morning Thoughts.

If YOU have a story to share, contact me and I will put it up.

Elevator gratitude

My husband was felled by Guillain-Barré Syndrome on October 19, going from yoga class on Wednesday night to the ICU on Thursday night. Fortunately, the paralysis stopped short of the muscles that work his breathing. Once diagnosed, he received a daily infusion of immune globulin for 5 days in ICU; then he was transferred to.. read more →

Me too.

Today’s Facebook theme is posting “me too” as one’s status if one has been sexually assaulted. When I was in first grade, my mother told me that the boy in my class was harassing and hitting me “because he likes you.” The education to tolerate violation of boundaries starts early. This teaching is an incredible disconnect… read more →

No substitute for family and village.

I’ve been thinking about all the articles and research done about breastfeeding. The healthcare system works using policies and protocols. All very scientific. . . but is all this science merely a substitute for what kept humans, as a species, thriving for millennia, namely living in a village surrounded by family and friends? Would all.. read more →

Birth and breastfeeding: Same for all mammals.

This summer, at the 3rd wonderful Wheatland Music and Dance Camp, I discovered a book “The Homesteader’s Handbook to Raising Small Livestock” by Jerome Belanger (Rodale Press 1975). I’ve always wanted to raise chickens so the title caught my attention. In it, I found this powerful phrase on p. 119,  about goats: ” Moving any.. read more →

Protest, acceptance and love

Today I was given another lesson about acceptance and love; that lesson is that they are more important than achievement or performance. Showing up and being 100% involved, along with an open heart give great pleasure, no matter what the outcome. Performance may be imperfect, and accepting that imperfection with love is completely satisfying. The other.. read more →

Compassion has several levels.

My father regularly complained to me for the last few decades of his life about his memory, his body shape and other changes of aging. He died at nearly 91. I used to say, “Year, yeah. . .” and change the conversation because I didn’t like to hear about anything that I couldn’t fix. Now.. read more →