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Eight Years Postpartum:  on motherhood and the medicine of time

Eight Years Postpartum: on motherhood and the medicine of time

  Oh, sweet mama, I know.   You're wondering:  so, when does it end? When do I feel like myself again?   When do I feel just a little less like there's a thread tied to the ventricles of my heart and fastened so securely to this tiny being a red thread...

Your own special basket of fucks

Your own special basket of fucks

  "Everyone," I say to my eager prenatal clients, holding out my hands in front of me as if they contained precious jewels, "has a basket," (they are waiting for me to drop some kind of wisdom-bomb on them) "of fucks." Quizzical looks. "A basket of fucks.  The...

Medicine for the Unknown:  on ritual, creativity + patience

Medicine for the Unknown: on ritual, creativity + patience

  I sat down this morning at my desk and sighed heavily, pulling my grandmother's fleece shawl a little tighter around my shoulders.  I lit my sandalwood-scented candle and, as I often do when I wake in the mornings, I pulled a tarot card.   The 7 of Discs....

What are you holding?

What are you holding?

  "We hold so very much, don't we?  So very much."   Tears.   I've said this more than once to a woman new in her pregnancy.  There is no glow yet, there is no round belly, just the constant green malaise of morning sickness, and usually the feeling of...

What are you grieving?

What are you grieving?

  What are you grieving right now?   Although perhaps you may be grieving in the way we usually think of it - grieving a death, specifically - you may be grieving and not even realize it. Our culture's comfort with the conversation around grief has widened...