Thank you to Catherine Myers from Family and Home Network for this guest post. “Like many women expecting their first baby, I spent a lot of time making plans. …What I simply could not plan for was my emotions.” H.B. Our culture does little to support
Masking Maternal Mortality By Ina May Gaskin Mothering, March/April 2008 Twenty-two-year-old Army Specialist Tameka McFarquhar had no family members nearby to help her when she was released from Samaritan Medical Center in Watertown, New York, a day after giving birth to her first child
KJ Dell’Antonia Issue 131, July/August 2005 It’s a perfect summer afternoon, and our backyard is filled with naked, dirty toddlers. Some, more reserved (including my own), have chosen to cover their clothes rather than their bodies with flour, paint, mud, and egg salad.
Our beloved Ina May Gaskin, midwifery pioneer, was interviewed by Amy Goodman on Democracy Now Monday, March 19th. Ina May is alarmed about the rising rate of maternal and infant mortality in the US. According to the Centers for Disease and Prevention ( CDC ) US infant and
I’ve got the Goddess of Permission on speed dial and she was thrilled to oblige with this sweeping list of acts of self expression and liberation. We can draw on it whenever we need. Come back often. Build on it. The Permission Goddess sends
By Rachel Rose Web Exclusive It’s spring, my first spring back in the Northwest since I was a child, and the first spring I’ve had a garden of my own. When we rented this house, I looked at the large, weedy yard as a
By Regina CollWeb Exclusive, March 20, 2006 My boys are 14 and 16 years old, which means that many years ago I literally had to carry them on my hip if I wanted to get anywhere. I still spend a great deal of time
Thank you to Dr. Bob Sears for this guest post. The California Legislature is currently considering a bill that would require parents to obtain their doctor’s signature on a government form prior to enrollment in public school if they wish to skip one or
These two snakes were mating on the wood pile in the sunroom all afternoon yesterday. At first I thought it was one snake, but it’s two intertwined. My photo doesn’t capture their sublime mating; they remained intertwined, moving just slightly, for hours.
Sheila Daniels, by permission I had lunch recently with a group of friends, all highly accomplished and creative women. The discussion zipped along in fascinating directions, that is, until we were given menus. Although most entrées were described by what had been subtracted—low-fat, vegan,