Trauma and Neglect

The blog includes articles I have written over the last few years, as well as a weekly post where I share what’s on my mind, even if it’s an undeveloped idea that popped up when I was stirring a vat of cheese!

Dilemma Finds Solution A Song, The Quandary, A Team

In my morning workout, I was swept out of my usual reverie by a vocal. Most of the time my Pandora musical feed keeps me happy and in rhythm with instrumental music.

Mushroom Soup: Loss, Harry, Gratitude

Way back in the middle 1970s, I cooked in a restaurant. I was a pretty good cook, having had the dubious distinction of being the only one who could be in the

Failure or Success? A Perfect Melt, Transformation, Kayaking in Kona

May is American Cheese Month. No, I don’t mean American Cheese (Kraft Singlets, that hideous impostor masquerading as or feigning to be cheese.) Granted, those singlets were the” perfect melt,” producing an

War Trauma Revisited: Loneliness, Eating War, Whispering

The Vietnam War was the big bang that hurled us into awareness of trauma and sparked the birth of what was to become the field of traumatic stress studies. I say both

Joy: Neighbors, Regulation, Intergenerational Transmission

After some crazy (for us) storms and the roughest winter drought-parched California has seen in a while, spring seems to be arriving. Sun! It is a source of great joy and energy

Rock and Roll: Freedom Fighters, Window Shopping, A Cradle

When I was young and deeply involved in Latin American anti-imperialist political work, the freedom fighters who organized and fought clandestinely against authoritarian dictatorships were called La Resistencia, the resistance. They boldly

Eye Formation: Holes, Sight, Story

In cheesemaking holes are not flaws. In fact, we call them eyes. In a specific family of cheeses, the “Alpine” cheeses, by design, the cultures ripen, grow and bubble with a lovely,

March Madness: Repetition, Fatherlessness, Meaning

(In the US, the nickname “March Madness” refers to a historical obsession with college basketball during the month of March.) Hyper-attuned to invisibility, I perk up abruptly when I hear a remarkable

Fields: Energy, Transformation, Transcendence

Warning, this blog contains subject matter that may be disturbing to some readers. My best friend in kindergarten was Robin Fields. What a great name! She recently popped into my mind out

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