Reflecting on Russia and Palestine
Thirty years ago, I traveled to the Former Soviet Union as part of a Women’s Leader exchange and later I hosted a group of our Russian counterparts in Minnesota. It was a different world in 1992 . . .
Tides and uncertainty
Tides change twice daily here on Narragansett Bay with roughly 6 hours difference between the high and low tide. The height of the tide, measured in feet is determined by thephase of the moon and the moon’s proximity to the earth as it moves on its elliptical path.
Tis the season of gratefulness…
I am thankful for all that I take for granted:
Living in a war-free area of the US. My recent 2 months in Nablus, Palestine, reminded me of the gift of not hearing drones and military planes flying overhead night and day. And to live in a US neighborhood where I am not afraid.
Mental health stigma (and more)
. . . is still present. A 9th grade student I am caring for in the school clinic was clearly depressed. Her PHQ-9 scored in the teens. She is sleeping on her aunt's couch as she attends a new school this year, having switched every year or two. Her mom who is homeless sees her routinely, but told her not to take the anti-depressant medication I prescribed…
Change is a given
Growth is optional . . . But how do we help those we care about grow?
Stories: stories about what changes, what stays the same, and how to navigate it all. I received a blog post from Michael McRay whom I know of through his Dad, a Tennessee family physician. His post inspired me. So here are my stories:
Memories and Prayers for the Ukraine
In June 1999, I had the privilege of visiting the Ukraine as part of a community collaborative training exchange. Watching the horrifying images on the news sent me to the back of my closet to search through my journals, trying to remember where I was. (I've kept them since Mr. Hemmert's creative writing class, sophomore year of high school.) We visited Lviv…
Hope
Beneath the 6 inches of new snow in the Northeast, there is evidence of spring. The skunk cabbage spears could be seen at the edge of the steams, and small carpets of moss appeared greener. Birds are beginning to show their breeding colors and behaviors. The Omicron variant is receding and the CDC is altering guidelines. You can now search…
Dog Poop, the Social Contract, and Pandemic Behaviors
Dogs have been part of my extended family for most of my sixty-plus years. With a dog comes poop, even with the angelic 4-pawed fellow to the right.
On a farm it doesn't really matter, but in the city there is an expectation, a social contract of sorts. In the public parks and boulevards the dog owner is expected to scoop the poop.
While some dog walkers dutifully pick up their dog's poop, others don't bother, and before I know it I've stepped in it. Squish! Yuk! Stink!
Celebrating Gratitude
Tough times continue. Another variant of COVID19 has appeared in Africa. The pandemic marches on and on. The political divisions feel sharper with narrowing options for middle ground.
Thursday was Thanksgiving, a traditional celebration of colonialism coming to this continent. The alternative names are Indigenous Peoples day or Native American Heritage day. Will there always be the victors and the…
We muddle on . . .
Is it the 4th COVID surge? I am losing count. I walked up the stairs in the medical school this week with a physician I didn't know. He complained about his exhaustion from COVID. "It's the unvaccinated we are caring for in the hospital. Such a waste of resources. Nurses are quitting." I empathized and agreed, "These are hard times."
I went to the barn where I lease a horse and the owner…
Let in the light
The challenges of our times are hard to escape. Here in the US: collapsing buildings likely related to climate change with encroaching oceans and poorly maintained infrastructure, sweltering temperatures in the Northwest, and reportedly appalling conditions in the detention centers where asylum seekers are housed on our southern border. Elsewhere the horrors of COVID and the delta variant continue as wealthy nations' slowly respond to…
Palestine and more . . .
And then there is Palestine and Israel. As I watch the news I struggle with how to respond. What could I do or say? A year and a half ago, I had met Izeldine on the steps of the Damascus gate in Jerusalem to start our food tour in the Old City. Sacred Cuisine --a sampling of local foods with stories about Palestinian heritage. A few years earlier I'd walked through the gate at dusk…
Ugliness begets beauty
Skunk cabbage smells like its name, but has a deep purple spotted leaf-like flower and gives rise to something that looks like Romaine lettuce--some of the first greens of the spring in damp areas. Spring is here.
Seeking hope
You can’t miss the anniversary discussions about a year of COVID: the lockdown, the losses, the old life still yearned for, but the new routines becoming more familiar.
This week, both COVID immunized, Reed and I took a trip to watch an ancient spring event in northern Indiana: the migration of the Sandhill cranes toward their nesting sites in Wisconsin, Minnesota and further north. We were seeking a change of pace and the magic of taping into nature’s majesty…
Ground Hog Day
Remember the movie—Bill Murray trapped in an endless loop. February 2nd has come and gone and I can never remember if winter continues, or if spring will come sooner if the groundhog sees its shadow. Regardless, the Covid winter is here to stay.
There are reports of the four vaccine breakthrough cases in Oregon, and in New Zealand, which has been a model country in managing the pandemic, shows a rise in cases. The growing mutations of Covid-19 are worrisome, as is the current thought that the vaccine’s protection fade…