And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws til Max staid “BE STILL!” and tamed with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all and made him king of all wild things. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!” I am an unabashedly huge fangirl of Lesley Everest, birthworker/healer/inter-spiritual minister and all-around Wise Woman. Pretty much everything that she speaks isRead More →

When I first heard there was going to be a Women’s March in Washington, D.C. I wanted to be there, on the National Mall with what would turn out to be a massive crowd of women and men. A women’s strike. A strike against the new administration. A march for so many reasons and causes I care deeply about. I care deeply about reproductive issues. As a doula who works with women every day, I have seen fear in their eyes. I have heard their struggle to rationalize how hatred came into the White House. I hear women who are legal immigrants scared to speakRead More →