Flossing…not just a dance move

You have probably been reprimanded, just as I have, by your hygienist and dentist to floss more.  The reasoning that we are often given is that it helps agitate and dislodge the tartar and plaque buildup, reduces the resulting and/or ongoing inflammation in your gums, and reduces the chances of gum disease.  All seems pretty true to me.  If you leave crusty crap bumping up against soft tissue, the tissue is going to get angry. What might not be part of the discussion is that flossing is also preventive for some downstream effects that we might not associate with it.  … Continue reading Flossing…not just a dance move

Grief Work is Life Work

Got a chance to talk at the Breastfeeding Beyond the Hospital Stay conference this week in Seattle. No action shots this time . One of my favorite things to delve into right now is our secondary trauma as caring professionals. The grit and the sheer will that has to be part of our sustainability. And the burnout that often follows. . Maybe it sounds grim. But this is what juicy to me right now. Watching my own rise and falter under stress, trauma, and grief. And doing exactly what my grandmother (one I never met as she died related to … Continue reading Grief Work is Life Work

In an effort to walk my talk

“One Minute is Better Than Zero Minutes.” I say that often, probably every day.  And I believe it.  There are articles out there that discuss the cumulative effect of meditation or prayer, exercise, healthier eating, and even sleep.  But that isn’t the only reason why I believe it and say it. The goal for myself and the people I see each day is not a matter of A+B+C= better health later.  I want people to feel a little bit better, smile a bit more, and enjoy everything they have going on in their lives a bit more each day.  Even … Continue reading In an effort to walk my talk

Birth and rebirth

This week my son turned 4 years old.  It seems like he has been here for a minute and at the same time that I have known him my entire life.  Of course this has me thinking about my pregnancy, what I was doing when I went into labor, my labor, my labor, my labor (that’s one ‘labor’ for each day), his birth, our first night all snuggled into bed together, and those postpartum weeks.  I have to say-  it was glorious. It wasn’t glorious because I ‘did everything right’.  It was glorious because I was just able to be. … Continue reading Birth and rebirth