Well I reckon I am not a very good blogger, I will try to keep this a bit more up to date, though I’m not sure if it’s that interesting or if anyone reads this.
This has been a hard winter, as far as important male figures in my life. My father, at 85, died of brain cancer on January 23. I miss him, especially now as I sit in my old bedroom on Long Island, New York. Good-bye dad, I miss and love you.
Michael Moore, the herbalist, died of kidney complications on February 20. I wrote a tribute to him here.
This is only a small bit about how I feel about Michael. Like all relationships, it is complicated. Fourteen years after initially studying with him, it is obvious how important his impact has been on my life as an herbalist. For me, he was a major permission-giver. That is, after being in a classroom and watching how others reacted to him, I realized I can be more myself in a classroom, with little pretension. Of course I am no Michael Moore, but I feel that I can contribute a little something to the way we practice herbal medicine in the United States. And cursing all the way through.