Friday, September 30, 2016

Did Trump Kill the American Dream?

“The American Dream is dead.” Donald Trump

First of all, the American Dream is not dead. The American Dream will never die. People will always, always dream of a better life – not always a materialistic dream, sometimes a dream of being healthy or free. People will always work hard to make that dream come true. I’m not even sure the dream is particularly American. I mean, who doesn’t want the girl/boy, the family, the home, the good life?

The year was 1979 and we were newly married. We lived in a small one bedroom apartment on Beacon Street in Boston. We paid about $580 a month. The apartment was simple, yet elegant. Three rooms, galley kitchen, non-working fireplace, walk-in-closet. In the bedroom, the view of the Hancock Building was stunning; the aged stone of Trinity Church reflected in the Hancock’s mirrored windows. The landlord kept it clean. We’ve been told that if we saw one cockroach, just one, we were to call maintenance. We didn’t see any bugs. But, we were freezing; we broke into the locked thermostat when our cat started to sneeze. The maintenance man came and re-locked the thermostat; I don’t know how he found out. “Do I have to say it?” he asked. “No,” we answered.

What does this have to do with Trump? Nothing. Yet. Unknown to us, at this time, he was busy buying up New York City real estate. Our life is Boston was lovely. People were friendly. I could hear real live piano music and students who would stop in the alley sometimes to play violin or cello; one opera singer who used to practice her scales as she walked. One day, after seeing me for years, she told me I had beautiful hair. Once, in the middle of the night, I heard a mysterious “clop-clop” sound. I woke to see a policeman on horseback slowly traveling down the alley in a light snow. I used to joke that the phone at the coffee shop on the corner was my office. I both made and received calls there, while sitting at a sidewalk table having coffee. You could buy fresh flowers on the street for $2.00 a bunch. I always had fresh flowers. The movie theater was a few blocks down, restaurants, art galleries, and museums abounded, all the wonderful things the city provides, including impromptu music. People will suffer a lot of inconvenience, even hardship, in order to live in the city.

And, crime. We were broken into while we were away at a book conference. That same week, on our street, a graceful main thoroughfare of brownstones in Boston, close to the State House, there were two horrific murders and my husband said we needed to get out now. We had to go anyway. Our building was “going condo.” We were offered to buy our own apartment for a price we couldn’t afford, $39,000, a ridiculous sum by today’s standards. Trump would say, “You should have bought it, you idiot! It would have been worth over $500,000 in 2016!"

But, in 1979, $39,000 was way out of our price point. We learned a new word that year – two new words, actually - “condo” and “homeless.”

We heard that New York City had gone condo or co-op. Rent control still existed, but, we were told by the media, it was doomed to die out with the folks who then occupied the apartments. More and more people were being kicked out of their homes as their buildings “went condo.” More and more people were becoming – horror of horrors – homeless! We had never heard that word before. Before 1979, homeless people were called bums. Now, we heard that some of the homeless were people who had "lost their homes" and "been foreclosed." Now, veterans were homeless. We were horrified! How could this be? Veterans? Men and women who had served their country in Vietnam, then, as time went on, the Gulf War, then Iraq, then Afghanistan were living out of cardboard boxes, pushing their belongings in shopping carts, enduring cold, malnutrition, and crime in a new war on the home front they had defended from those very horrors.

What had happened? I can tell you in one word, another new word then, one we’ve all heard too much of now – Trump.

I recalled a 1985 60 Minutes interview with Leona Helmsley. She would soon go to prison for tax evasion - hear that, Donald? This interview is seared on my brain. At least the image of that interview, this – Leona Helmsley standing next to Mike Wallace at the window of her NYC apartment. The view was a vast one, all park, edged with tall buildings on three sides. Leona was pointing, like a queen, ruling all she could see. She referred to her husband, Harry Helmsley’s, at the time, $5.5 billion dollar NYC real estate empire. “Harry owns this, Harry owns this, that building, all that down there,” she pointed and pointed again, “That too, that, and - she waved her arm - Trump owns the rest.”

Trump owns the rest.

In 1979, the Average Cost of new house was $58,100.00; Average Income per year $17,500.00; Average Monthly Rent $280.00 and the cost of a gallon of Gas 86 cents. A Toyota Corolla cost $3,698.00, a Mercury Cougar XR7 $6,430.00.

What happened?

Here’s my theory and it’s only a theory. It’s not a scholarly treatise; it’s not even journalism. It is, as Mel Gibson says in Edge of Darkness, "Just a personal observation."

Trump fucked the country. He fucked the American Dream. Maybe he didn’t kill it, but he certainly raped it. When the cost of real estate was artificially inflated, so was every other cost of living. When greedy landlords realized what people would pay, and what some of them could pay, they raised their rents and leases. How many people were homeless because their buildings went condo? Forced out of their homes so that the building could be renovated for condos? How many business failed - AND ARE STILL FAILING TODAY - because their leases went up to exorbitant rates they couldn't pay? How are we going to get a decent minimum wage if businesses cannot afford their leases, let alone pay a living wage to their employees or offer employees insurance?

The cost of New York real estate per square foot rose, and kept rising. And as New York City goes, so goes the country and, often, the world. The price of everything rose. Soon you couldn’t live comfortably without two incomes, after a few years, it took two six-figure incomes to live without the wolf at your door. I can hear some people laughing at this - for some, that still wasn’t enough.

If you’re wondering why you were foreclosed on, you can blame Trump, and Helmsley, but Trump is the one who kept the crisis going. He started real estate inflation and a lot of other very greedy people followed suit.

When you own half of Manhattan and a good part of other boroughs in New York City, you can raise the price per square foot to whatever you want and I think that’s what Trump did. According to a 2004 study by Harvard University, “Why Is Manhattan so Expensive?” “Manhattan condo units have been selling for around $460 per square foot over the past two decades [that would be the ‘80s and ‘90s], with recent values reaching above $600 per square foot.” That was 2004.

The average price pre square foot of Manhattan real estate, according to the Douglas Elliman report report released in July of 2016, is $1,759. Luxury units cost a lot more per square foot. If you ever watch Million Dollar Listing, New York, you know that the real estate agents on that reality show and the sellers of the units try desperately to get the price per square foot up to $2,000 or more. Trump is no exception. Quoting CityRealty Daniel Goldstein writes in MarketWatch that “in 2016 sales prices for Trump-brand condo units in Manhattan averaged $1,974 a square foot, compared with $1,873 a square foot for all other units, a 5% premium advantage…” In April, Donald Trump, Jr. bragged that the 63-story Trump International Hotel & Tower in Vancouver had sold all 214 units at “a higher price a square foot than any other property in Canada.” Clearly, getting the cost of living up is a good thing to a Trump.

As for rents, in 1979, the average rent in the country was $280, let’s double that for NYC and say, $560 a month, the average rent in NYC today, in 2016, according to a recent Douglas Elliman report – a whopping $3,280!

Trump fucked the country. Because as New York City real estate goes, so goes the nation, so goes the world. As NYC real estate became more and more expensive, so followed every other city in the United States all the way to San Francisco, still one of the most expensive places to live in the country. According to Zillow the median list price per square foot in San Francisco is $948…The median price of homes currently listed in San Francisco is $1,112,500.

It wasn’t long before these two six figure incomes and the price of real estate imploded in the crash of 1988. But, recovery was inevitable and the survival instincts of New Yorkers kicked in.

How are people living right now in New York City? What is the human cost of enjoying all the amenities the city has to offer? Sure, landlords have always had the reputation of being greedy and unfair. In the 1800s, there were cold water flats and shared bathrooms for tenants – these continued through till after WWII. The good old days. But what about right now?

The young woman in the photo above pays $1,945 a month for this tiny (looks like approx. 150 sq ft) 3rd story walk-up little north of Delancey Street on the Lower East Side that is clean, roach-free, and well-lighted. The landlord insists that he rents at 15% lower than the normal rate and his apartments rent quickly because of that edge. In other words, no time to think about it! You can see from the image that her bed couldn't be closer to her stove without being in it, but in glowing 2016 NYC real estate terms - she has a window! When I commented on this story I wrote that NYC should be ashamed of stories like these, not proud, not entertained, I got over 430 likes from other people reading the same story.

The Worst Landlords in New York City is a list released each year by a public advocacy group. According to CBS, "Landlords of buildings with 35 units or more are placed on the Watchlist if their buildings have an average of two or more serious violations or active complaints per unit. Landlords of smaller buildings — 35 units or less — require three open, serious violations or active complaints."

The nightmare stories, including hidden cameras, walls between apartments made out of plastic tarp, the usual rats and other vermin, weeks without heat and hot water, are too numerous to tell. But, here's a very similar one from San Francisco -

"…Take for example the programmer who lived in my closet: Every night he’d come home around 9 p.m. He’d sit on the couch, pour himself a bowl of cereal and eat in silence. Then he would grab his laptop and head directly into the closet — a so-called “private room” listed on Airbnb for $1,400 a month. It was the only time I’d ever see him. The only way I could tell he was home was by the glow of his laptop seeping out from under the closet door. Hours later, deep into the night, the light would go out, and I would know he had to gone to sleep. By the time I arrived, he had been living there for 16 months, in a windowless closet with a thin mattress placed right on the floor. During the day he codes for Pinterest. Yeah . . . that Pinterest." To me, Airbnb is a gut reaction to the living situation everywhere.

You might say that Trump isn't responsible for the behavior of these bad landlords. But, I think, in a big way, he is. He had every opportunity to do things right. He didn't. He took advantage of everyone in his path and called it good business. And, now, he wants to be President on the platform that he is for the common man - that he will take care of the wants and needs of the common man. 

Let's see how Trump treats the common man -

Besides all the vendors and individuals (including veterans) he has weaseled out of paying for work and services from which he benefitted, let’s see what he did in Aberdeen, Scotland. You can see the whole film here You've Been Trumped. Witness for yourself what he did to a small coastal eco-system in Aberdeen, Scotland and the average people who lived on it in order to build a failed golf course that no one goes to. There’s a special place in hell for anyone who destroys an ecosystem for profit. There’s a special place in hell for anyone who pulls up whole trees by the roots and buries them upside down in the ground.

America, please don’t allow Trump to fuck the country any more than he already has. His name, if it isn’t now, will be synonymous with getting fucked.

Don’t Get Trumped!

©PatriciaGoodwin, 2016

Patricia Goodwin is the author of When Two Women Die, about Marblehead legends and true crime and its sequel, Dreamwater, about the Salem witch trials and the vicious 11-year-old pirate Ned Low. Holy Days is her third novel, about the sexual, psychological seduction of Gloria Wisher and her subsequent transformation.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

HOLY DAYS - Luke Was Real

Most of the questions I get from readers about my novel Holy Days are personal, about my experiences. However, some readers have asked me about a couple of seemingly far-fetched elements in the book – namely the bow and arrow and the handsome young Italian who seems to step out of Romeo & Juliet (Luke was more of a Tybalt than a Romeo) right into Holy Days.

I wrote Holy Days almost exactly as it happened. I had to. In order to do justice to what happened and how it happened. To do justice for the victims. I did not want to change the truth. 

*First, I’ll address the bow and arrow. A few readers have said the bow and arrow seemed to appear out of nowhere. “What a surprise!” I wondered if they’d been paying attention? As a young girl, Gloria was enamored of the Robin Hood story. She loved Robin, and Maid Marion, whom the story told, was a better rider and marksman than Robin. Gloria found the words wonderfully beautiful. She found the ideals courageous and powerful. Gloria, after being raped, regresses somewhat into the comfort and strength she found in childhood in the noble beauty of the Robin Hood legend. The night of the rape, Gloria falls asleep with her body wrapped around her old Robin Hood book so tightly, she wakes with cramped arms. The next day, when her friend is molested in broad daylight on a crowded street, Gloria is furious; she runs after the man clutching the long bow she just bought. So passionate and distraught is she that she forgets she has it and nearly trips over it. Remembering, Gloria stands and readies the weapon. Gloria had to use the bow and arrow. No other weapon would have sufficed because Gloria commits a hero’s murder and she needed a hero’s weapon. The truth of the matter is that the molestation really happened and I ran after the molester. I obviously did not have a long bow and arrows or you would have heard about it.

Now, our young man, Luke.

It may be astounding to my readers, but Luke was real. I was his teacher, not his love. Such an amazing person really did appear in my classroom on the first day of my student teaching. He really was from Italy. He really had long, dark hair. He really was 20 and turned 21 during the school year. The other kids really did love him. They were a wonderful class, full of joy and affection for each other. It was a revelation to me to witness how they treated one another, as I had mostly known spite and violence. They really kidded him gently about his name, which was not Luke, but in its formal expression did sound feminine like Luciano. He really was working as a shoe repair guy and he really planned to return to Italy against his father’s wishes. His girl friend really did not want to go back with him, which caused him pain and confusion. She really preferred to enjoy her material success as a Firestone tire saleswoman. Luke really drove a classic red Alfa Romeo of which he was very proud.

The real Luke inspired me. He showed me that living another kind of life other than the one expected of you was a possibility. (Sometimes I think he was an angel sent by God to show me another way to live.) I developed him into a character because I wanted Gloria to have someone unique. Someone younger than she, someone to inspire hope for the future, someone with a fresh outlook, someone brave and smart enough to take her on, someone who desired a simple, natural life. I never would have believed such a young man existed in reality if I had not met him myself. Luke was real. He was really fine, really intelligent, really sweet. Quiet, and more serious than the others. I never forgot him. I gave him to Gloria.

*Note: Holy Days was finished in 1996. Obviously, I wrote the murder scene long before The Hunger Games books (2008) were written. Not crazy about sharing my hero’s weapon, but I’ll be gracious to a fellow writer.

©Patricia Goodwin, 2016

Patricia Goodwin is the author of When Two Women Die, about Marblehead legends and true crime and its sequel, Dreamwater, about the Salem witch trials and the vicious 11-year-old pirate Ned Low. Holy Days is her third novel, about the sexual, psychological seduction of Gloria Wisher and her subsequent transformation.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Will Hillary Save the Bees?

"I believe in America."

The first line of "The Godfather." We hear it in the dark.

I am from a family of Italian immigrants who brought their knowledge and appreciation for good food with them to America. Growing up, we always had wonderful, real, natural food. My mother would not serve anything that, in her words, “came from a factory.” That included boxed breakfast cereals, candy bars, cake mixes, and the like. She was known to forage in open fields for dandelion greens. That is, when what she called “white people,” i.e., rich people, weren’t looking. My uncles, her brothers, would bring us cuts from wheels of cheese and thick papers full of meats from the North End markets of Boston. The egg man dropped off our eggs every week. I was fascinated by the feathers that fell from his clothes. Hot pepper came from my grandmother’s garden, about five feet of space rescued from the concrete backyard, as did arugula and tomatoes. I grew pumpkins when I was old enough to teach myself how, but my mother liked to steal the blooms to sauté with eggs in olive oil and garlic, these we shoved into our eager mouths on crisp Italian bread.

None of us could have, would have, perceived what we are facing now. A blank screen.

"The Godfather" is perhaps the most perfect movie ever made. Brought to you by the people who brought you the Renaissance. Italians. The people who also believe in food, WHO STILL HAVE REAL FOOD in their old country, Italy. The Italians, everyone will agree, brought the most wonderous food to America – I don’t need to tell you, but I will just to make you drool – pizza, spaghetti, lasagna, ravioli, wine, olive oil, bread, cheese, prosciutto, cannoli, rum cake, gelato – are you hungry yet? And, by the way, I’m not talking about fast food. Real Italian food, made from scratch with whole, fresh ingredients from traditional farms. Have you ever eaten a cannoli made without trans fats? The filling made with real Italian cream, the shell made with real Italian butter? 

I doubt it. Unless you went to Italy for it.

In Italy, the Vatican has its own self-sufficient farm, called Castel Gandolfo, 136 acres south of Rome, containing the papal summer residence, formal flower gardens, woods, hay fields, its own working farm and dairy, and its own papal bees. Pope Francis, who will not be summering at Castel, has opened the farm to the public for tours. Visitors may see the papal beekeeper, Marco Tullio Cicero, tending the hives and gathering honey.

 Marco Tullio Cicero, Papal Beekeeper

Since growing up with wondrous fresh foods, I have long admired the self-sufficient farm. I have a picture in my kitchen of a self-sufficient manor home, gardens and farm that I love to look at, and try to emulate as much as possible. It has been a constant vigilance, sometimes requiring that I travel several miles to get good quality food.

Until now. Now, I find it even more difficult to find good food than it was in the ‘60s when the closest thing to a vegan meal you could find in a restaurant was a house salad and a tuna fish sandwich on white bread. For a time, since the cultural revolution of natural foods in the ‘70s, we enjoyed far-reaching vegetarian treats like hummus and tabouli, and we were blessed with fresh vegetables, fish and eggs from relatively clean soil, water and GMO-free farms. Fish used to be fished out of a clean ocean. 

Now, I find that our fish, meat, and eggs are factory-farmed. Farmed salmon are fed GMO corn mash, pigs, chickens and cows are fed GMO soy, most dairy contains BHT, bovine growth hormones, which are illegal in Europe. Farm animals are kept under horrid conditions making factory farms dangerous and toxic, and all of these poisons are in the fish and meats and eggs and are being transferred to our bodies every day. 

Only organics can save the day. But, organics are under attack. Organic standards need to be safeguarded by watch-dog orgs like Organic Consumers Association, Food and Water Watch, Food Democracy Now, Institute for Responsible Technology, and the Cornucopia Institute, among others. The Clinton administration, in 1998, tried to contaminate organic standards by allowing sewage sludge, GMOs and irradiation to be included in organics. Such efforts to eliminate, or, at least, discredit organics are still going on. In 2014, Alexis Baden-Meyer, Political Director of the Organic Consumers Association, was physically pulled out of a National Organic Standards meeting in San Antonio, Texas and arrested for protesting the proposed contamination of organics with synthetic materials.

Think of it, if organics are contaminated, we will be left with only toxic GMOs, toxic factory farms and toxic sick-care to battle the health problems that are already here and will surely only get worse – illnesses like ulcers, ADHD and other behavioral problems, autism, allergies, and cancer. Bill Gates, a GMO advocate, is already trying to buy The Svalbard Seed Vault. Monsanto is buying up organic, heirloom seed companies as part of the conspiracy to undermine organics. Harvard has been working on RoboBees intended to replace the intricate and miraculous bee that God gave us. 

I ask you - How long can the human race survive on astronaut paste?

That’s the nightmare.

Back to the dream, the Pontifical Gardens at Castel Gandolfo, the self-sufficient farm and the papal bees. 

Einstein is reported to having said, “When the bees go extinct, mankind will follow.” Of course, the Internet exploded with denials. “Einstein never said that! We have no evidence that Einstein ever said that.”

I have a feeling the statement is a lot older than Einstein and was probably uttered by Pliny the Elder, or Nostradamus, or Friar Lawrence or Juliette de Baïracli Levy or some other great, ancient gardener, healer and herbalist. Though, why on earth should they ever have imagined a world without bees? Why would Einstein?

Beekeepers, right now, are taking measures to save the bees – and their efforts are working. More bee hives, more beekeepers, more organic methods. In China, hundreds of sincere, hardworking pear growers stood on ladders and used feathers to coax the pollen into the blossoms. Bees were driven in to Maine – Maine has 60% bee loss – to pollinate the blueberry crop. Those bees died. The nightmare keeps creeping in.

"A growing body of evidence has pointed to one class of pesticides in particular, neonicotinoids, as the culprit to the massive bee die-offs. In fact, the European Union banned the three most widely used neonicotinoids in 2o13, but they are still used widely in the U.S."  - EcoWatch

Bees are the tiniest, sweetest little computers. They are probably the most programed species on the planet. Programed by the DNA they take in, programed to perform a certain way. A way that feeds us. Without the bees, we will no longer have onions and garlic (Italians, can you imagine a kitchen without onions and garlic?), fruit, many vegetables, trees, and flowers. Human life will change dramatically, if it is able to continue at all. We can only imagine the ramifications, the ripple, the butterfly effect of such a tragic loss to the natural world.

I have another statement:

“Whoever saves the bees will save mankind.” I said it.

The tiny, buzzing, inconsequential bee. The bee represents so much right now. Like a marvelous superhero, whoever saves the bees will also save America and the planet. That President will save the trees, the waters, the soil, the air and the sky. He – or she - will save the future.

Which Presidential candidate will save the bees? That’s who will have my vote.

It’s well known that the people who were voting for Bernie Sanders were voting for Mother Nature. Alas, Bernie has endorsed and all but passed the torch to Hillary Clinton. But, did Bernie stand a chance? And, if he had become President, would he have had a seven-ton elephant sitting on his chest?

What about Hillary and Trump?

There’s absolutely no reason why the other candidates can’t step up. Except, of course, their beliefs.

The media right now keeps asking the same questions over and over about Hillary’s campaign funds, from which oil and gas drilling and fracking machine did she take money? But the media is asking the wrong question. It’s not about the money. It’s about Hillary’s beliefs. Does Hillary believe in fracking for the future of energy? or for the future of Hillary? She wants to be the first woman President. She wants to be President. Fracking, we’ve discovered, is causing earthquakes. Hillary could blow us up surer than Trump with his nuclear bombs.

Hillary, step out of your hazmat suit and save us! Hillary is the only candidate who has the power. The brain power as well as the strength and the know-how. Will you, Hillary return to your common sense grass roots mission of long ago, shake your head and get your thoughts straight? Right now the common sense is to go along with corporate giants to get what you want. But, think of the future. Think of Chelsea and how she helped Bill change his diet and lifestyle to improve his health! From the most practical aspect, common sense for the future demands an organic approach. You know. You. Know. Deep down, you know.

Dump the frackers! Embrace solar! The sun, Hillary, the sun! Pure reflection! And, what about the currents in San Francisco Bay that could generate enough power to light up the city forever – and then some! The Vivace Tubes, Hillary, can you imagine?

Be the first President to harness clean energy! Tear off that hazmat suit! Go solar! Go organic! You will be our Super-Hero President, our Wonder Woman!

If only she would! But, here’s the problem – if a person still eats badly, that person still thinks badly. Eating regular American food leads you to believe in GMOs, fast food, prepared food-like substances. You’ll think: It can’t be that bad, “they” wouldn’t let us eat it. I remember one person’s comment online: “Do you mean to tell me that our food is making us sick and health care is just raking in the profits on the other end?” Ah, yup.

Trump wouldn’t know real food from fake food. Take cheese, for instance. If he orders cheese at home, it probably won’t be made out of trans-fats or plastics. If he orders a cheeseburger on the campaign trail, he has to eat like the rest of us. Would he know the difference? I doubt it. While driving through Iowa, Trump waved his hand out the window at fields of GMO corn and said, “Look at this! Look at this! Beautiful! This is America!”  After what Trump did in Aberdeen, Scotland – see the film "You’ve Been Trumped" – he destroyed a lovely eco-system for a golf course that no one goes to – there’s a special place in hell for anyone who pulls up trees by their roots and buries them head-first underground.

Trump is hopeless. He’s not smart enough to understand the significance of organics. I can’t imagine Trump actually visualizing the importance of such a tiny thing as a bee. He’d swat a bee. He’d say, very Bush-like, when Bush was asked about the polar bears – “There’s plenty of polar bears!” or Reagan about forest conservation – “A tree's a tree. How many more do you need to look at?” Trump would say, “There’s lots of bees! Tons o’ bees, tons! Look at this great country! Fields and fields of corn!”

But, Hillary is smart enough. She. Is. Smart.

I believe in America. I believe in Nature. I believe in Organics.

Who will stand up for the bees? Who will stand up to defend the bees – in effect, to defend what God gave us? To defend God?

Hillary, it’s up to you. 

Hillary, step out of your hazmat suit! I challenge you as a mother, as future Queen Bee, as The First Woman President of the United States of America. Will you nurture us or throw us to the corporate wolves?

I believe in America.

I want to believe.

UPDATE: The 2012 Swiss documentary "More Than Honey," currently streaming on Netflix,  suggests that, in a kind of bee justice, we are now left with African bees, a stronger fiercer breed than the gentler European bee that is dying out. African bees - not to be confused with "Killer Bees" which are a cross between European and African bees - make honey, can survive on scant resources and are more able to defend themselves against disease. The film's narrator comments, "Are the bees finally striking back, or are they helpless in their hour of need?" Some beekeepers, like Fred Terry of Terry's Apiaries, Oracle, AZ have embraced the African bee as a solution to Colony Collapse Disorder. 

©Patricia Goodwin, 2016

Patricia Goodwin is the author of When Two Women Die, about Marblehead legends and true crime and its sequel, Dreamwater, about the Salem witch trials and the vicious 11-year-old pirate Ned Low. Holy Days is her third novel, about the sexual, psychological seduction of Gloria Wisher and her subsequent transformation. Patricia also writes about the benefits of Organic Foods and the dangers of GMOs on her blog, see for Blog Archives and other posts about health.