What’s happened to birth control options?

When I was growing up, birth control meant a variety of things: vaginal cream, diaphragms, condoms, the rhythm method, and the Pill.  Today, when someone says “I’m on birth control”, everyone knows they mean hormonal stuff. How did birth control come to mean only hormonal methods? After watching a terrific movie last night with my.. read more →

Keep your lungs healthy.

In 10th grade,  we high school students had to watch a scary video in our health/gym class about smoking. We were exhorted never to smoke, and saw ghoulish photographs of blackened shrunken lungs contrasted with juicy pink healthy ones.  Later, when we got on the bus to go home, a flock of students rushed to.. read more →

What I learned growing up white.

I have loved working with breastfeeding and human lactation for 45 years, and look forward to many more. As part of my work at a health department, I have given many educational sessions about cultural humility to healthcare professionals. As part of preparing for these sessions, I gathered information about breastfeeding practices from around the.. read more →

Dance floor is as good as the bandstand.

My first foray into the world of expressive arts was as a contra, English country, and square dancer. I spent hours and hours  dancing with hundreds of people, driven by the energy of live music that provided fuel to dance all night. I’ve done that often, and have driven with friends for hours to far.. read more →

Taking care of myself.

I am sick; yesterday, the new cold brought coughs, drips and fever and sent me to bed feeling  awful. This morning the fever is gone, but the coughs and drips remain. I have things I want to do; I am feeling a little better, so I could go out for an hour or so and.. read more →

Riches of content.

Both my parents had PTSD, and were themselves children of the Depression and World War II. My conception was accidental. My dad buried himself in work, leaving my mother isolated for most of the time. Alcohol was a family member. Suffice it to say that I, an only child, was poorly parented. Fast forward 68.. read more →