Blog: Morning ThoughtsThere are always new stories and new ideas. The stories come from mothers, babies, and research. The ideas come from me, based on 46+ years of clinical practice, and observation. The ideas arrive mostly in the morning. Hence the category: Morning Thoughts.

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

The lonely old lady.

In my work as a visiting nurse in both Baltimore, Maryland and Ulster County, New York, Maryland, I often cared for lonely old ladies. They were almost always white and 70 or beyond. They often had health problems, ranging from degrees of deafness to being wheel-chair bound. They didn’t often have visitors. One benefit of my.. read more →

4 alarms and a boob.

I always ask for a pat-down when going through airport security, to avoid increasing my EMF bioburden. Today, coming home from Jackson, Mississippi, ( ), the TSA trainee gave me the most thorough pat-down I’ve ever received. I imagined that she was massaging me with care and love, and told her that; she smiled and said.. read more →

2016, an historic vote.

Today was the first time I was excited to vote. Today was the first time that I wept several times when voting. I came home from work, and changed into white to honor the suffragettes.  I cast my vote for the first woman president. I stared at the ballot, savoring her name, officially there. I.. read more →

Stories from the birth world.

Liz works as a doula, a professional labor assistant. She says, “I walk a fine line when I work in a hospital. I am there for the birth woman and her partner and family. And, I am always under scrutiny by the hospital staff. Sometimes I am welcomed by the nurses as they are so.. read more →

Big snake, little girl, and the mob.

I grew up during the 1950s in a blue-collar suburb of Schenectady, New York, a mini-village of mostly Italian and Polish Catholic families. As my father was Jewish and a white-collar worker at the General Electric plant, and my mother was a city person whose lack of social skills scared people, we did not fit.. read more →

My dad’s Army jacket.

I am sitting in the outdoor office, with a pile of sunflower seeds to attract the chipmunks, and a mason jar of homemade cider kefir and tea. I got chilly, went in, got a hat and. . . . my father’s army jacket. Here is a photograph of him wearing it; he’s 20 at the.. read more →