This Is Why I’m Like This*—How ‘Bout You?
*Passionate about whole foods and how they can heal us, clean beauty, nature and its natural rhythms… and all that other good stuff we gab about here. Siobhan and Rebecca already told us their wonderful creation stories (seriously, go back if you happened to miss these). Mine has been overdue. What’s yours?
My hippie parents. A bit about these guys: They sold their wedding loot to travel the world; spent most of that trip in India; did yoga and tai-chi in the early 80s; and moved to a rambling old house in the country before I was born. I grew up playing with frogs, eating real food made with love; and considering coconut-carrob bars a HUGE treat. I didn’t see white bread until I went to school, and by the time I was seven my mother was bartering my Halloween candy for giant hoop earrings. Smart lady.
My father, the unconventional doctor. How do I explain my father? If you came to our house, he’d have you on a hammock with a beer in-hand before you could politely decline. He told my teenage friends to go traveling before going to college, and he prescribes vacations to his patients the way most docs prescribe antibiotics (he considers those a last resort). He also always shared his medical offices with the likes of massage therapists, energy workers, and other healer types.
I used to fall over a lot. It’s unclear whether this was part of a condition, if I just had poor balance, or if I thought it was fun… But at a very young age I was put through a gamut of tests to try to determine why sometimes, for no apparent reason, I would fall straight back like an epileptic without the convulsions. We never found out. I was also born pigeon-toned, had a speech impediment, and got sick constantly—from fevers to stomach flus to puking in cars and planes. In short, I was sensitive—and still am, no matter how I pretended otherwise through my twenties.
The transformation thing. It’s the reason I love beauty products and fashion, as well as Ayurveda and books that tell you your brain can create new pathways. Since forever I’ve been enamored with the idea of self-transformation—that we can be better, new, different versions of ourselves inside and out, every day of our lives. It makes me kinda suck at routine, but it fuels my passion for the stuff we talk about here all day, everyday.
The breast cancer thing. My maternal grandmother died of it in her sixties, and Ashkenazi Jewish women are ten times more likely than everyone else to carry the gene for the hereditary kind. All the more reason to be healthy, avoid hormone disruptors and carcinogens where I can, cherish life, and try not to stress out too much. Things I fail at often and miserably, but because I believe in that whole transformation thing so much: try try again.
My period. Has always played a starring role in my life. From horrible PMS to horrible cramps to getting it with the full moon to not getting it for months at a time—it’s been my barometer for my wellbeing. It keeps me connected to my body and tells me when I’m disconnected. Most importantly, it’s made me realize just how fickle hormones can be—a reminder why we should try to avoid them, and their chemical imitators, in our foods and products.
I think that covers it. What’s the path that got you into this stuff?
P.S. Those are somebody else’s hippie parents but aren’t they cute?