Herbal first aid kit


Herbs to keep on hand

Flyer I made for 1998 class in St John

I wrote this handout back in 1998 for an herbal class I taught. It was important to me then and still is today. I feel every parent should have certain things on hand before they need them. I also feel there are less side effects from nature tonics than Pharmaceuticals so I always start with herbal or homeopath and most times I end there due to the fact they really do work.


Ear oil on left

Ear Ache: When your child wakes up at 3 am screaming and pulling at their ears you don’t want them to suffer because you don’t have any ear oil on the shelf. A drop in the ear makes most pain go away instantly. Don’t  have your child suffer. Along with relief, you are actually avoiding a worse problem which would bring on even more pain. It just seems inhumane to cause un-needed pain when ear oil is safe and effective. There are times when an abnormal ear drum or a weaken immune system that just can’t keep up makes the healing more difficult, leading to a doctors visit being the next move, but honestly, I avoided many a doctors visit by putting ear oil in right away, aiding the healing before it got out of hand. Make sure your ear oil is not old: buy once a year and keep in dark place standing straight up or it breaks down the rubber on the dropper.

Pink Eye: I would make a tea out of eyebright, strain it, then apply to the eyes with an eyedropper I had on hand. While boiling the tea I would use the water to sterilize the eye dropper.  If I didn’t have a strainer (make sure you sterilize this also) I would use a paper towel held tight over a coffee cup to pour tea in. One cup water to one tablespoon of eyebright leaves. Make sure you allow the tea to reach room temp. If you need sooner then just pour a little in cup so it can cool quickly. As an added healer, I would add a little juice to more tea and have the child drink it. Apply drops into eyes at first sign of congested eyes, meaning extra red, gunky (yellow discharge that gathers in the corner of eye or causes the eyes to seal shut). I would re-apply 3 to 4 times a day for at least 4 days up to 10 days. Even if signs of infection go away I still do drops for a couple of days to make sure it stays gone. I always saw some results in one to two days. If no results in that time then I recommend going to the doctor right away.                                                                                                                             When you apply tea make sure you drop tea in corner of eye closest to the nose and have it go toward the ear making sure not to cross contaminate the other eye.  Use fresh paper towel dampened with tea to first clean each eye of any gunk.

I had really good results from using the Nox Vomica and Arnica homeopath.

Nox Vomica and papaya enzymes work really well for stomach problems. Papaya helps with digestion where Nox Vomica is good for nervous stomach, and mystery stomach aches.

Bumps and bruises: I saw arnica take swelling down many times if given right after a fall. This is another reason I would carry it with me all the time. I used the tablets that dissolved under the tongue.

I would keep a clay type toothpaste available for any type of bug bite or sting. Took pain away almost instant. Also drew out the poison from sting. Good for zits too.

No one wants to see another human suffer, there is an added sting in our hearts when it is our children.

My motto: Be Prepared.



Cardboard Box Office photo’s

Recipe for Cardboard Box Office:

  • Two very bored fun loving parents.
  • One happy go lucky baby.
  • Massive amounts of Cardboard boxes.
  • Camera
  • Mad love for movies
  • A great sense of humor
  • Patients bordering on insanity.


Cardboard Box Office blog is a creation of Photo shoots of a family that has recently moved to a new country. I believe they went from New Zealand to Australia. Lilly, Leon, & (baby) Orson are having some mad fun and they are giving you a peek into there world thru photos.

I highly recommend you join them on their weekly postings.

Temple of Doom

Temple of Doom


Star Wars

Star Wars

Thanksgiving: Be thankful a donkey does not knock you to the ground.

  • Children are innocent
  • Children are non-judgmental
  • Children are resilient to change
  • Children are trusting
  • Children love unconditionally


Let’s explore Gratitude.

How many of you are lucky enough to have a child in your life?

For 30 years I woke up almost every day with a child physically present in my life.

My children are still in my life buy the closest lives three hours away.

Here is my life now:

After drumming and dancing for a few hours in my neighborhood park, I was walking back to my house with four various size hoola hoops slung around my neck and side. I’m happily taking each step, feeling content, but sometimes noticing the stares coming from passing cars. I suddenly flash on how much I would make sense to people if I had a string of children following me.

This was an easy task to accomplish over the years. I took it for granted that children would always follow me, always be around wondering what I was doing and eagerly wanting to come along.

I must confess that when I left the house I did not look around to see if anyone wanted to go with me. I am pretty independent and go when and where I want to go. I am also coherent enough to know there is no one in my house to ask anyway. I have not completely ‘lost it’ is what I am saying. But you would think that after 30 years it would feel a bit weird to go play in the park childless.

Most the time I do really well but at that moment, walking from a park with hoops slung on my body, moccasins on my feet, wearing my bright pink cut-up tee shirt, and people staring out their car windows looking for my lost kiddies, I felt the loss of children from my life.

My daughter brought back that shirt from her trip to Cambodia three years ago. It has a beautiful elephant on the front to remind me that she took care of an elephant for a week. She was so excited to give me the shirt but it was tiny and I was 20 pounds heavier. Determined to make the shirt work for me, I looked at tutorials on the computer and with scissors in hand, made my mark on the back, a heart. Still no bigger…so added side cuts…a little better so finished the sleeves with cute slits too.

I put this shirt on this morning cause I was missing her, now here it is, eight thirty at night, and my mind returns to her.

There was no baby donkey that day. Only a male.

There was no baby donkey that day. Only a male.

My mind takes me back in time about 15 years. My daughter and I are walking down our dirt road with a little girl Raina’s age, about five, and her mama who both live in our downstairs rental apartment. We are walking the mile long path that leads to a country store called ‘Love City Groceries’. Love City is the nickname of this Caribbean island called St John. Talking and walking in the hot summer sun, shaded occasionally with large Tamarind tress, we will soon reach the main dirt road. We see a donkey up ahead and think nothing of it. They are wild all over the island. The girls are ahead of us about twenty five feet. They pass the donkey but he starts to follow them. He seems to be showing strong interest in my daughter. She panics and starts to run, the donkey runs, I run, Raina’s little friends mama starts to run. Raina is screaming, I am screaming “Get”, Raina’s little friend’s mama is screaming “Get, Get out of here!” with her hands in punching mode. We are gaining on them, just like the donkey is gaining on my daughter. The donkey dips his head down and with his giant nostrils, he knocks my little girl onto the ground. I am ready to kill this donkey. I see that the other mama is ready to kill this donkey. In slow motion, this giant four legged hoofed monster takes another step toward my baby who is now helpless on the ground. Both mama’s are very close to this monster but not close enough. He walks over her…but does not touch her. No longer in slow motion, he runs away. I pick my little girl up who now has two holes in her polka dot stretch pants along with two dusty skinned knees. She is safe, we all are safe. I get her to laugh when I remind her what a story we have to tell her brothers when we get back home.

And when I get back home from my walk in the park, the only one I have to tell my story to is my computer. Thankfully, I have my computer.

So be grateful to walk with your children. When you just want a moment to finish telling your stories of the day to your friend who is walking with you and all your children combined, and you’re two minute story ends up being 15 minutes with all the “mom-look-at-this” or “mom-watch-me”s”, remember my story of how quickly it all disappears.

Remember that every moment for the rest of your life has a past, present and future to it. Be fully present to the moment at hand, don’t wish it away, no wishes are necessary, time is like a giant tidal wave and grabs everything in the present moment and quickly carries it to the past. Reminisce for a moment, dream for a moment and be grateful for this moment for it carries you to the next.

Be grateful for those children, for you brought them to this moment~~you carry them with you to the next.



‘Letting Your Children Grow Up’ Mantra

Blue throat chakra, green heart chakra

Blue throat chakra, green heart chakra

Do six sun salutations to allow your chakras to open.

Close your eyes and cross your arms over your chest and gently hold your throat with both open hands. You are opening your throat chakra and your heart chakra at the same time. You are healing your throat chakra and heart chakra simultaneously.

Repeat these words, letting your own words mix in with the words below. Allow words to flow. Let your own words take over if you want. Trust your instincts and let what needs to be said be said, what needs to be felt to be felt.

Trust !!!

I am trust, I am love, I am perfect vibration, I am whole, I am strong, I am able.

My children are love, My children are perfect vibration, My children are strong, My children are able.

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Aloe heals more than sunburns.

This was first published on August 14, 2012


I wake up tired and stiff. This is pretty much every morning. After a splash of water on the face and a toothbrush massaging my mouth I am ready to putts around.

I wonder onto my courtyard to see how my aloe plants are doing. Yesterday I took all the small aloe (babies) that were choking my large aloe (momma), then moved them into other pots. I left one small teenager in the pot next the mother as I felt she just couldn’t lose all her babies at once. To be more descriptive I must explain that these babies are all connected to the mothers root. You kinda crack them away and amazingly they all have roots attached to them after they are pulled from their mother.

This whole mother-babies-teens thing formed as I was digging and watering and moving about.

It was kinda sweet but I didn’t grasp the whole ‘life realization’ quite yet. I guess I needed a  new day to open the door all the way.

So this morning when I putted about, I looked at the teen next to her mom and had a strong feeling she was ready to move on, so I pulled her out, one long root attached to her slender young aloe body…and put her in the crowded pot with her brothers. She felt very happy there, stood tall and all.

I went back to the mom to see how she was doing and I realized her root was short, stalky, and completely out of the soil. I thought this strange because I did not notice this at all when the teen was still attached. Yesterday I even added a bit of soil on top of her roots where the others were removed for root protection, so you can see I was clearly aware of the root.

I felt very connected to this momma aloe. Her roots were like a fish out of water, her life-line disconnected.

This too is how I feel. My body seems to be complaining a lot lately, everything hurts. Like the aloe, I feel as if I could shrivel up and die if I wanted to. Just leave my life-line and fade. But I don’t want to and this momma aloe does not want to either. It is calling out to me merely by the fact that I was called to pay attention to it.

Without hesitation I dug a hole in the center of the pot, taking one shovel of her soil to each of her babies. Next, I grabbed th

is massive aloe, being careful not to grab the somewhat thorny edges too much, and rested her upright. I pulled the soil next to her roots to give her support along with moving her close to the wall of house. Sometimes we just gotta lean on something or someone. She looked stronger but I felt her fragile state. She had grown out of her pot to accommodate all her children, now they were gone and she needed my help to put her back to her glory. A bit twisted, not the beauty she was in the day when all would walk past her and say, “Wow, this is beautiful. I have never seen an aloe so big and perfect.”

Time will tell how she will hold up on her own. Very much like how I feel. Time will tell how I will hold my own self up again.

Thirty plus years of mothering others, putting them front and center. My job is not done. My 18 year old will still call out when she needs me but it will be mothering from a phone, text, FB and Skype. No more knocking on her door to see what her day will bring, no more cooking with her or hanging out in her room, me on the bean bag and her on her bed. There will still be summers for a year or two but my daily job is complete. She leaves this Sunday. Five full days left. Five days she has to pack her bags to the gills and say goodbyes to friends.

I feel something big about to happen, I am excited, happy and sad, moment to moment.

Thank you Momma Aloe for showing me the way. I feel your soothing lesson. Your bravery will be my guide.

Aloe is one of natures most healing salves. Symbolically it will help heal the wounds of my empty-nest-heart.

Babies and Teen

Babies and Teen

One went astray

One went astray


Baby Explains- Normal Newborn Behavior

Is something wrong with your new baby or is this normal newborn behavior? A letter from a new baby, whats normal.

via Baby Explains- Normal Newborn Behavior.

By Diana Cassar-Uhl, IBCLC 

Dear Mommy,

Thank you so much for breastfeeding me!  You probably already know that your milk is designed especially for me, and is better than anything else you could feed me.

I know that right now, you feel like your friends who aren’t breastfeeding their babies seem to have an easier time of things.  Those other babies sleep soundly and longer between feedings, they drink so much, and they don’t fuss to eat all the time like I do!  I can tell you’re getting a little bit frustrated, and I hear all the advice you’re getting … my grandma says you weren’t breastfed and you turned out just fine, my daddy says he feels like he can’t do anything to soothe me, and that lady with the cold hands that you call “doctor” gave you a can of something that she says will help me grow faster.  You’re tired and frustrated because taking care of me just seems too hard, but please mommy, before you give up this yummy breastfeeding thing, let me explain some of my behavior to you.  It might help you feel better.

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Getting your child to eat healthy

When my 29 year old was a baby he had no desire to eat until 9 months old. His first food was avocado, a sort of fruit/veggie. We added peas, carrots, then fruit. As he grew up into his three’s and fours, we added sprout balls (sprouts rolled up into nutritional yeast) and tofu cubes along with lots of other healthy foods. I could eat ice cream in front of him and he wouldn’t even beg it because he didn’t know what it was, he had never had it. (I, on the other hand was feed it every other nights as a child). To this day he eats very healthy.

The point is we ate really good therefore my kids would eat really good, junk food wasn’t an options as it didn’t exist in their minds. You can’t miss what you don’t know.

Babymoon Parenting blog has a post called “It’s not you…it’s me?” Article by Kelly Spec, Registered Dietitian – Spectrum Nutrition
Instructor at Babymoon Parenting in Vancover , BC. I just had to repost her—of course with her permission.

This is such basic, smart, common sense stuff but time and time again I am amazed how many parents don’t get it. Thanks for the reminder to all parents. I wish this article was mandatory reading before someone has their first child. I have such a long list of mandatory reading for 1st time parents.

Is your toddler a ‘picky eater’?  Or not eating at all?  The biggest mistake I see parents make is thinking their child’s picky eating is just the child’s personality when in fact, the issue usually stems from how the parents are feeding their toddlers.

{to read middle of article click here at Babymoon}

If parents do their job of providing a variety of foods at predictable times, in a predictable setting, toddlers can do their job of eating.  Children will not starve themselves (thank goodness this is an innate quality we are all born with!) but they do need their parent’s trust to do their job of eating.

Free Range Children=Love

I was reading a post called “Free Range Children-Just look East”.

The blogger wrote about a debate he participated in at college. The question was: should first world countries be obligated to make third world countries more westernized?


He was on the No side of the debate when actually he felt the answer was a definite yes. This was until he began to prepare for the debate. I loved the questions he asks at the debate. He held up a picture of a smiling Indian child and asks, “Does this child laugh any less than a child in a first world country? Will all the wealth that comes with a First World existence make this child’s smile any wider?” The other side took pause at this but ended up winning. I felt that had the judges really thought about these questions he would of won the debate.

Just as a child can be loved and happy anywhere; a child can also be crushed anywhere, anyplace if those caring for them are cold hearted and do not take time to listen and love.


My son, 17, listens to his I-touch a lot. The computer is also a good friend of his. He spends many hours researching movies he wants to write and direct someday soon.

One day he turned off all his electronics and just laid down to clear his head to allow the thoughts-his thoughts only-to play in his head.

Latter that day, he was telling me how profound that experience was for him. I realized I could of told him a million times to just turn it all off and all he would of done was thought I was annoying.

I set the lure by doing yoga and meditating, by talking about how those experiences work for me when the subjects come up in our conversation, which we have often.

You know how we say, “I hope someday they get it”.

Well…he got it. ♥


What does the smiling Indian child have to do with the 17 year old that learned to appreciate silence?

Love, nothing but love. 

Is Madlyn Primoff a criminal?

My first thought when I heard about Madlyn Primoffs crime was “Hey, I’ve done that”.

Here’s what she did:
She ordered her two daughters, 10 and 12, to get out of the car and walk home. They were three miles from home.

Here’s what I did:
Driving home halfway down on our long dirt road, my son was whining and would not stop. I stopped the car and made him get out. He was four. I slowly drove home while he cried a safe distance from car. My plan was to let him back in the car shortly but he fell in a mud puddle therefore he had to walk whole way home. This was not pleasant for him but not torturous either.

Here’s where she lived:
White Plains, NY in an upscale suburb

Here’s where I lived:

In the countryside of St John, Virgin Islands

This is what I think of Madlyn Primoff:

She was a frustrated mother who decided to try something new. It was a little radical but not a crime. Her daughter over reacted and is probably sorry or not. The mother probably would of felt she finally took a hold of the situation and taught them they do not run things, or not.  (This would have been if the police did not become involved). The kids were probably in a safe neighborhood and very well knew their way around, or not.

This is what I think of me:

I was calm when I put my son out of the car. I watched him with love and not anger. I washed him up and loved him up when we got home and never apologized for my action. I was very happy the next time he started his whining while I was trying to drive and I said “Do you want to walk” and he instantly stopped the flow of tears and stopped the whining.

This is what I know of Madlyn’s girls:


This is what I know of my son:

He is a well-adjusted, delightful (yes delightful) 17 yr old that loves to hear the story of when he walked home covered in mud.


As a side note, I would like to thank Lenore Skenazy of Free-Range Kids, Mothers handbook, , Parenting with Duck Tape for their inspiration.

Living on an island in your teen years

should I stay or should I go
Should I stay or should I go?

Growing up in St John has many advantages and a few disadvantages. I always felt it was an ideal place to be until your teenage years. Some teens may argue with me about this and actually I could come up with a few good arguments myself, but who better to argue with than myself.

Here it goes.

The beach is a great daytime activity for anyone of any age. There are walks on the beach and trails close to the beach for young and old; there is windsurfing, sailing, and body surfing. Depending on the weather there is surfing, skin boarding, and kite surfing. When you add an actual boat into the picture then you have dinghies, motorboats, jet skis and sailboats. A boat can pull you by ropes to wake boards and ski. You can go spear fishing and scuba diving.

A lot of this takes money and if the money’s not there, these kids still find a way; they work for the vendors for trade to use their boats, they find friends with boats or they just hang out at the beach.

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