A Better Future
I did things at Hennepin County Medical Center that most hygienists never do: I cleaned someone’s teeth in the O.R. I asked a teenage sex worker about her practices, to inform my opinion of the ulcerated lesion in her mouth. […]
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Mothering
After the dentist fired me from ‘the good dental practice,’ I quit the pedo mill. It was ruining me as a hygienist. My next two part-time jobs were in a Minneapolis community clinic that catered to the LGBTQ+ community, and
Doing the Dental Right Thing
My first career was as a dental hygienist, and the first job I got after graduating was in a ‘pedo mill,’ meaning a pediatric dental office where the hygienists saw a ridiculous number of patients each day. Our schedule was
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First Job: Babysitting
When I was thirteen, it seemed that the only way to make money was a paper route or babysitting. Boys had paper routes, girls babysat. I didn’t particularly like children, but they were a necessary part of the enterprise. Fifty
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Revising My Opinion
Last Friday, my friend Erin invited some friends to her house for drinks on her patio, because the weather was going to be warm (at last!) and because she has a new home with a large stone patio. I wanted
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Please Connect Us
After the series on morning meditations, I wasn’t sure where to go next. A while ago, someone asked if I would write about the different ways Trent lets me know he’s still around. This morning I was interviewed about that
Peace and Justice
Back in 1992, I worked at the University of Chicago Medical Center, in their training and organizational development department. One of the classes we offered was a diversity class. We co-facilitated that class, partnered by race and gender, so my
Ahma
I was at the University of Minnesota, first as an undergrad, then as an employee and grad student, from the late 1970s through most of the 1980s. During that time (and still?), the University had a strong feminist contingent. One
About All That Chocolate
A friend asked what caused me to take a deep dive into all that chocolate last Friday. I couldn’t think of a reason. But today I figured it out. I ate all that chocolate because I was sad. About Leda.
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I Open My Arms Wide
I open my arms wide to accept and appreciate an abundance of blessings, Blessings I’ve imagined and blessings beyond my fondest dreams,* Blessings from the top of my head, all through and around me, to the soles of my feet,
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