<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Why Doesn't Anyone Talk About This?]]></title><description><![CDATA[how patriarchy affects women's health and healthcare...and what can we do about it?]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com</link><image><url>https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!7tAg!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fallisonkoch851375.substack.com%2Fimg%2Fsubstack.png</url><title>Why Doesn&apos;t Anyone Talk About This?</title><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com</link></image><generator>Substack</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2026 13:04:41 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><copyright><![CDATA[Allison Koch]]></copyright><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><webMaster><![CDATA[allisonkoch851375@substack.com]]></webMaster><itunes:owner><itunes:email><![CDATA[allisonkoch851375@substack.com]]></itunes:email><itunes:name><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></itunes:author><googleplay:owner><![CDATA[allisonkoch851375@substack.com]]></googleplay:owner><googleplay:email><![CDATA[allisonkoch851375@substack.com]]></googleplay:email><googleplay:author><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></googleplay:author><itunes:block><![CDATA[Yes]]></itunes:block><item><title><![CDATA[If Menopause Is Not A Hormone Deficiency Disease, Then Why Are So Many Women Becoming Convinced They Need To Take Hormones?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Are We Being manipulated as a Marketing Niche?]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/if-menopause-is-not-a-hormone-deficiency</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/if-menopause-is-not-a-hormone-deficiency</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2026 15:30:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!sslW!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F9bb222c1-1cda-4d8e-984a-b617df2a6fbd_1122x1402.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/if-menopause-is-not-a-hormone-deficiency?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/if-menopause-is-not-a-hormone-deficiency?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p><span>Last night I went to dinner with friends. We caught up first, as women do &#8212; families, work, bodies, the small triumphs and ordinary heartbreaks of being alive. Then, as often happens when a group of women&#8217;s health clinicians gather around a table, the conversation turned professional.</span></p><p><span>Every woman there sees menopausal women in her practice. And every one of us had noticed the same troubling pattern.</span></p><p><span>Patients are coming in already convinced.</span></p><p><span>Not curious. Not asking. Not wondering whether hormone therapy might be one useful tool among many.</span></p><p><span>Convinced.</span></p><p><span>The message they are absorbing &#8212; often from social media, often from confident women in white coats with &#8220;MD&#8221; after their names &#8212; is that menopause means they need hormones. </span><strong><span>And that&#8217;s a marketing ploy, not science.</span></strong></p><p><span>Not that they might benefit from hormone therapy for particular symptoms.</span></p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!sslW!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F9bb222c1-1cda-4d8e-984a-b617df2a6fbd_1122x1402.png" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" 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I want every woman to have access to good menopause care. I want her pain believed, her sleep protected, her bones considered, her sexuality honored, her mind taken seriously, and her options explained without fear.</span></p><p><span>I am not arguing against hormone therapy. I am arguing in favor of robust conversations that are focused on individualized risks/benefits and a full range of options.</span></p><p><span>Many of these online messages function like sales pitches &#8212; even when they are presented as genuine concern for health and future wellness</span>.</p><p><span>I&#8217;m trained to understand unique health profiles and their implications &#8211; all of us are &#8211; both the generalists and the specialists. Throughout my career, it&#8217;s been important to me to clearly interpret and translate medical jargon for the women coming to me for care. It&#8217;s been my job to help make sense of lab results, scans, lifestyle needs, and recommended changes. In a holistic model, care is tailored to the individual woman. That means looking at her risks and benefits, both in general and specifically to her.</span></p><p><span>It&#8217;s more complex than just: menopause equals hormones. Which is why this influencer trend is another dismissive trend in women&#8217;s health. Yes, we have more research than ever before. But that research is not saying: &#8220;Every woman needs the benefit of hormone replacement.&#8221; That is not the message of the evidence. It is the message of a marketplace that benefits when every transition becomes a treatment category.</span></p><p><span>Still, if the clinician hesitates, cautions, attempts to individualize, or says, &#8220;Let&#8217;s look carefully at whether this is right for </span><strong><span>you</span></strong><span>,&#8221; some women now hear that as outdated, dismissive, or even negligent.</span></p><p><span>I understand how we got here.</span></p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!58TC!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa5952077-1f3b-42aa-bde6-14bdf1510db2_1448x1086.png" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" 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stroke-width="2" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a></figure></div><p><span> </span></p><p><strong><span>Women were dismissed for too long.</span></strong><span> Menopause was treated as either a punchline or a private misery. Too many women were told to suffer quietly, prescribed antidepressants without a deeper conversation, or frightened away from hormone therapy by oversimplified interpretations of older research.</span></p><p><span>Even the language matters. &#8220;Hormone replacement therapy&#8221; can imply that menopause is a deficiency state, a failure of the body to maintain itself properly. Many clinicians now use the term menopausal hormone therapy, or MHT, which is more precise: hormones may be used therapeutically for particular symptoms and risks. That is different from saying every woman&#8217;s body needs replacement hormone therapy.</span></p><p><span>And the answer to one kind of medical harm is not another kind of universal medical certainty.</span></p><p><span>The answer to &#8220;No one needs hormones&#8221; is not &#8220;Everyone needs hormones.&#8221;</span></p><p><span>Menopause is not a marketing niche. (Though it&#8217;s rapidly becoming one!) It is not a moral test. It is not a hormone deficiency disease with a single required treatment.</span></p><p><span>It is a major life transition in a living, complicated, storied female body.</span></p><p><span>And that body deserves better.</span></p><p><span>That has been the motivating force behind my offerings in this Substack. There are still many questions unanswered about the menopause transition. In the professional literature, from the organizations that support clinicians who see midlife women (American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists and North American Menopause Society)[ACOG, NAMS] </span><a href="ht-position-statement-release%20PDF%20(menopause.org)"><span>the recommendation is </span></a><strong><a href="ht-position-statement-release%20PDF%20(menopause.org)"><span>to individualize care</span></a></strong><a href="ht-position-statement-release%20PDF%20(menopause.org)"><span>.</span></a></p><p><span>Women&#8217;s bodies and symptoms are not identical -- never have been. We may have the same parts, but we operate uniquely.</span></p><p><span>My women&#8217;s health career encompassed everything I speak about here. I&#8217;ve lived and worked through all the iterations of menopause treatment approaches I&#8217;ve been sharing here. I&#8217;m retired from clinical practice, but as a woman, I am still fascinated by the progress (and lack of same) in how we think about women&#8217;s bodies.</span></p><p><span>Many of us remember the whiplash after the Women&#8217;s Health Initiative that suddenly left women and their providers fearful and confused. After 20 years of research and review, current guidance is more nuanced: </span><em><a href="ht-position-statement-release%20PDF%20(menopause.org)"><span>for healthy women under 60 or within 10 years of menopause onset, with bothersome vasomotor symptoms and no contraindications, the benefit-risk ratio is often favorable.</span></a></em></p><p><span>The pendulum had reason to move. But a pendulum is not a compass. Let&#8217;s reorient ourselves using the best discernment our brains, hearts and guts bring to this discussion.</span></p><p><strong><span>The answer is better listening, better assessment, better science, and better shared decision-making. Individualized care.</span></strong></p><p><a href="http://cog.org/womens-health/experts-and-stories/the-latest/menopause-misinformation-is-everywhere-heres-how-to-detect-it"><span>ACOG has specifically warned</span></a><span> that menopause misinformation is widespread online and that women should think critically before following advice or spending money on products or hormone-related claims. </span><a href="https://www.acog.org/womens-health/faqs/hormone-therapy-for-menopause"><span>A 2025 </span></a><em><a href="https://www.acog.org/womens-health/faqs/hormone-therapy-for-menopause"><span>Obstetrics &amp; Gynecology</span></a></em><a href="https://www.acog.org/womens-health/faqs/hormone-therapy-for-menopause"><span> article</span></a><span> also notes that menopause content on social media has grown rapidly, and while some is evidence-based, much of what becomes popular is not.</span></p><p><span>A medical degree may tell us someone completed medical training. It does not tell us whether a 45-second video is balanced, individualized, free of financial incentive, or appropriate for the woman watching it at 3 AM with panic in her chest.</span></p><p><span>MHT is not frivolous. It is not cosmetic. It is not merely about &#8220;staying young.&#8221; For some women, it can restore sleep, reduce hot flashes, treat vaginal and urinary symptoms, and protect bones.</span></p><p><span>But it is also not a universal anti-aging protocol, not a guaranteed dementia-prevention plan, not a moral achievement, and not required for every woman to &#8220;do menopause correctly.&#8221; </span><a href="http://actcheck.org/2025/12/makary-rfk-jr-exaggerate-chronic-disease-benefits-of-menopausal-hormone-therapy/"><span>FactCheck.org</span></a><span> noted in late 2025 that while many clinicians supported FDA moves to revise hormone therapy warnings, claims that menopause hormone therapy should be used for long-term heart and brain protection were exaggerated; it is not currently recommended for those uses.</span></p><p><span>That distinction is important: </span><strong><span>symptom treatment and risk reduction are not the same as blanket disease prevention.</span></strong></p><p><span>Menopause asks us to become more discerning, not more obedient. The transformation we&#8217;ve been talking about on this Substack is not just physiologic, but emotional, spiritual and, unfortunately, political. For too long, patriarchy has curated our culture, the landscape of our lives, our futures, our opportunities.</span></p><p><span>This is where menopause leaves the exam room and enters the marketplace.</span></p><p><span>Women are being manipulated as a marketing niche. We are roughly half the human population, and we are often the healthcare decision-makers for our families. Yet our bodies, symptoms, pain, labor, and authority are still too often treated as secondary. That makes us a force to be reckoned with &#8212; and a market to be targeted. Market research knows this. Algorithms know this. Pharmaceutical companies know this. Wellness brands know this.</span></p><p>When HHS/FDA announced in November 2025 that it was initiating the removal of broad black box warnings from menopausal hormone therapy products, and the FDA approved labeling changes for six products in February 2026, many of us who had practiced in women&#8217;s health anticipated that this would increase marketing of MHT to women.</p><p>Removing boxed-warning statements related to cardiovascular disease, breast cancer, and probable dementia did not suddenly make all practitioners more educated about menopause. It did not make MHT appropriate for all patients. It did not create a broad, holistic model of care.</p><p>What it did do was remove the strongest warning language from the label &#8212; and that changed the marketing landscape.</p><p>A quieter warning label does not mean the marketplace has earned your trust.</p><p><span>We want control of our bodies, respect for and autonomy over our decisions. That means having good information to make educated decisions.</span></p><p><span>We can start by asking better questions:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p><strong><span> Instead of</span></strong><span> :&#8220;Do I need hormones?&#8221;</span></p><p><span> </span><strong>Try asking&#8230;</strong><span>&#8220;What symptoms or risks am I hoping to treat?&#8221;</span></p><p><strong> Instead of :</strong><span>&#8220;Is HRT safe?                     </span></p><p><span> </span><strong>Try asking&#8230;</strong><span>&#8220;What are the risks and benefits for someone with my history?&#8221;</span></p><p> <strong>Instead of: &#8220;</strong>Which influencer is right?&#8221;</p><p><strong>Try asking&#8230; </strong><span>&#8220;What does current evidence say, and where is it still uncertain?&#8221;</span></p><p><span> </span><strong>Instead of: </strong><span>&#8220;Am I failing if I don&#8217;t take it?&#8221;</span></p><p><strong>Try asking&#8230;</strong><span>&#8220;What would support my body, my values, and my quality of life? What other options are there to manage my symptoms if I don&#8217;t take hormones?&#8221;</span></p><p>Menopause is a major life transition, with many layers, in a living, complicated, storied female body.</p><p>And that body deserves better than a slogan.</p><p>Informed consent is not created by panic. It is not created by shame. It is not created by an influencer telling millions of women that if they are not taking hormones, they are aging wrong.</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,w_848,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,w_1272,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,w_1456,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png 1456w" sizes="100vw"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png" width="1122" height="1402" data-attrs="{&quot;src&quot;:&quot;https://substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com/public/images/0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png&quot;,&quot;srcNoWatermark&quot;:null,&quot;fullscreen&quot;:null,&quot;imageSize&quot;:null,&quot;height&quot;:1402,&quot;width&quot;:1122,&quot;resizeWidth&quot;:null,&quot;bytes&quot;:2688783,&quot;alt&quot;:null,&quot;title&quot;:null,&quot;type&quot;:&quot;image/png&quot;,&quot;href&quot;:null,&quot;belowTheFold&quot;:true,&quot;topImage&quot;:false,&quot;internalRedirect&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/i/204289812?img=https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png&quot;,&quot;isProcessing&quot;:false,&quot;align&quot;:null,&quot;offset&quot;:false}" class="sizing-normal" alt="" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,w_424,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,w_848,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,w_1272,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ymWK!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d45ecce-c787-4f3d-bc1b-3d0306547cb7_1122x1402.png 1456w" sizes="100vw" loading="lazy"></picture><div class="image-link-expand"><div class="pencraft pc-display-flex pc-gap-8 pc-reset"><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container restack-image"><svg role="img" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 20 20" fill="none" stroke-width="1.5" stroke="var(--color-fg-primary)" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><g><title></title><path d="M2.53001 7.81595C3.49179 4.73911 6.43281 2.5 9.91173 2.5C13.1684 2.5 15.9537 4.46214 17.0852 7.23684L17.6179 8.67647M17.6179 8.67647L18.5002 4.26471M17.6179 8.67647L13.6473 6.91176M17.4995 12.1841C16.5378 15.2609 13.5967 17.5 10.1178 17.5C6.86118 17.5 4.07589 15.5379 2.94432 12.7632L2.41165 11.3235M2.41165 11.3235L1.5293 15.7353M2.41165 11.3235L6.38224 13.0882"></path></g></svg></button><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container view-image"><svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" stroke="currentColor" stroke-width="2" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a></figure></div><p>And menopause, perhaps more than any other passage, asks us to listen deeply &#8212; not only to the loudest voice online, but to the body, the evidence, the risks, the longing, the history, and the woman herself.</p><p>Half of humanity is still treated as an afterthought &#8212; until there is money to be made.</p><p>That is not good enough.</p><p>I want your sovereignty protected.</p><p>I want good medicine.</p><p>And good medicine is a conversation.</p><p><strong><span>Sources / Further Reading</span></strong></p><ul><li><p><span>The North American Menopause Society. &#8220;The 2022 Hormone Therapy Position Statement of The North American Menopause Society.&#8221; </span><em><span>Menopause</span></em><span>, 2022.</span></p></li><li><p><span>American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists. &#8220;Hormone Therapy for Menopause.&#8221;</span></p></li><li><p><span>American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists. &#8220;Menopause Misinformation Is Everywhere. Here&#8217;s How to Detect It.&#8221;</span></p></li><li><p><span>American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists. &#8220;ACOG President Says Label Change on Estrogen Will Increase Access to Hormone Therapy.&#8221; Nov. 10, 2025.</span></p></li><li><p><span>FactCheck.org. &#8220;Makary, RFK Jr. Exaggerate Chronic Disease Benefits of Menopausal Hormone Therapy.&#8221; Dec. 24, 2025.</span></p></li><li><p></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/if-menopause-is-not-a-hormone-deficiency?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/if-menopause-is-not-a-hormone-deficiency?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p></p></li></ul>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[We Meet Beth in her Kitchen...]]></title><description><![CDATA[Beth&#8217;s kitchen is like a rabbit warren.]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/we-meet-beth-in-her-kitchen</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/we-meet-beth-in-her-kitchen</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 03:11:52 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beth&#8217;s kitchen is like a rabbit warren. It&#8217;s a tribute to all the witches and Grandmother Crone&#8217;s kitchens, chock full of <em>stuff</em>. Stuff that is used, well-loved, and stuff that might be needed someday. Nothing is wasted that could be repurposed, but where to put it all?</p><p>The stacks of dishes, cookbooks stashed here, there, and everywhere between- little notes posted all around, little sayings. A ball of twine peeks out from a nook under the counter. Pots, pans, bottles, and jars balance precariously on open shelves, within easy reach. Beth and Kevin had taken the doors off the cabinets years ago as a consequence of Kevin&#8217;s PTSD and delusions. Beth had long since decided to leave them off and repurposed the doors for another project.</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading Why Doesn't Anyone Talk About This?! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div><p>Standing at the sink washing dishes, looking up to gaze out the kitchen window, Beth lets her mind just drift. <em>It&#8217;s so interesting who pops in</em> <em>and where my thoughts take me when I allow them to just roam</em>. People and places, memories and what-if kinds of thoughts pop up like the soap bubbles in the dishwater. She smiles at a bird who appears on the back fence and just sits looking at her, framed in the kitchen window. <em>Rocky sends me birds. What&#8217;s up, Rocky?</em></p><p>Rocky, Jo&#8217;s second husband- he was an EMT Jo met after getting away from John. He was a gentle giant. One of Beth&#8217;s favorite people. He died. In the line of duty. Responding to a 911 call when hit by a runaway truck. He became the 911 call.</p><p>Beth hears a voice in her head asking <em><strong>How are you holding your heart, Beth</strong></em><strong>?</strong> <em>Rocky, is that you?</em></p><p>&#8220;I hear you. I hear you.&#8221; She whispers as a bubble rises from the sink, floats in front of her, reflecting rainbows at her in the sunlight. She closes her eyes briefly and then opens them again. It hangs suspended as if watching her, then it pops in a little display meant just for Beth, and she smiles.</p><p>&#8220;Just a little mom magic,&#8221; Denny comments, sneaking up behind Beth, handing her the tea she left outside. &#8220;You forgot this, and now it's cold. I could warm it up a little if you like,&#8221; turning on the tea kettle without waiting for her to respond.</p><p>&#8220;Just set it down there-&#8221; she points a wet finger to a bare spot on the countertop next to the stove &#8220;I need to finish these dishes and&#8212;ohh, by the way, Aunt Jo is coming for my birthday party! Of course, she&#8217;s coming to see Skye too, but I love that she&#8217;ll be here for the party. What do you think I should wear, Denny? You&#8217;re always so good at helping me figure that out. Unlike Chelsea, who&#8217;s like the Fashion Police&#8230;&#8221;</p><p>Denny laughs. &#8220;Mom, I think you should wear whatever you love to wear and don&#8217;t worry about what Chelsea has to say. Chelsea&#8217;s Chelsea - she has her own fashion sense and you have yours. &#8220;</p><p>&#8220;Just like a middle child, so diplomatic. So you think it&#8217;s OK if I wear my birthday suit? Won&#8217;t that make a memory?&#8221; Beth giggles and then dissolves into laughter with Denny. She playfully scoops a handful of soap bubbles and blows them at her son. Following her lead, he pulls out a squirt gun that was stashed in his belt and squirts it at his mother. The two engage in a soap-and-water battle in the kitchen for the next several minutes. Beth shrieks with laughter as Danny makes his &#8220;Pew! Pew! Pew!&#8221; laser gun-firing sounds. Soon, the kitchen floor is thoroughly wet and slippery, and Denny&#8217;s soaked. He holds up his hands in surrender, as Beth stands poised with a handful of soap bubbles.</p><p>Skye rounds the corner into the kitchen and, seeing what&#8217;s been going on, she quips, &#8220;You know it&#8217;s all fun and games till somebody gets hurt, right? Practicing my mom voice. How am I doing?&#8221; She grabs a dish towel and snaps her brother with it.</p><p>&#8220;Ow, that hurt! What did I do to you?&#8221; Denny&#8217;s shirt is dripping. He wrings it out as he unbuttons it.</p><p>&#8220;As I said, I&#8217;m practicing! You two clean this mess up right now before somebody slips and falls. And by somebody, I mean me.&#8221; Sky smiles at her mom and says &#8220;I thought I overheard you talking to Aunt Jo. What did she have to say? Can she come next weekend?&#8221;</p><p>Pushing wet hair off her face, then drying her hands on her apron, Beth nods &#8220;yes she&#8217;s coming because, you know, she&#8217;s Jo and she is the most awesome friend and aunt I could ever have chosen for you. And she was there when all six of you were born because that&#8217;s who she is.&#8221; Beth holds out her arms to embrace Skye, who moves into the damp hug. Denny crowds in too. The three of them stand there in a group hug, and then the baby moves against Denny&#8217;s bare skin. He pulls away at first, but then moves back in to feel the baby wiggling against him, saying, &#8220;Whoa, that was so cool -- feeling the baby move against my skin. I wanna feel that again!&#8221;</p><p>Skye looks up at her brother&#8217;s face, one hand resting on her belly, and smiles fondly as her brother hugs her in close. &#8220;You&#8217;re so gay!&#8221; she laughs.</p><p>&#8220;I so AM. And my husband loves me for it!&#8221; All three laugh as they begin cleaning up the mess on the floor, companionably joking with each other. When the mopping is done, the kids drift off to do other things, leaving Beth again with her thoughts. She reflects on her lucky life, how much she loves her kids, and what else she could possibly wish for as she turns sixty. </p><p>When the voice in her head again reminds her:</p><p><strong>How are you holding your heart, Beth?</strong></p><p>The teakettle whistles, reminding her.</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading Why Doesn't Anyone Talk About This?! 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Or might you be driving by the construction zone, in such a hurry that you&#8217;re not really seeing it? Not feeling the wonder of possibility. And what if all of this is your own becoming?</p><p>Perhaps the menopause transition is an invitation to engage in &#8220;What If?&#8221;</p><p>What if what&#8217;s happening to your body isn&#8217;t a breakdown, but a breakthrough?</p><p>What if you&#8217;re being remade in the perfect new form for the next phase of your life?</p><p>What if you can&#8217;t seem to multitask anymore because you&#8217;re not supposed to multitask?</p><p>What if you&#8217;re supposed to narrow your focus?</p><p>What if multitasking is a betrayal of the kind of excellence you&#8217;re seeking?</p><p>What if?</p><p>As Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes writes: &#8220;The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, build signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the Lantern of soul in shadowy times like these, to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; Both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity&#8230; And we were made for times like these.&#8221;</p><p>I would suggest that <em>in times of transformation and rebirth, we need to show ourselves mercy as well.</em></p><p>Because what if this is the time to guard and protect your inner light?</p><p>What if this is your time to find and appreciate it?</p><p>To invest in yourself, find your courage, and give birth to your most authentic self?</p><p>What if this is the time?</p><p>What if you&#8217;re being prepared?</p><p>Not a breakdown, a breakthrough.</p><p>I use this intuitive divination exercise to help me connect and breakthrough for inspiration. In my mind, I speak to the muse, to the spirit of my grandmother who was a writer, or to the spirit of my dad who was an artist, and a cartographer. I ask them to guide me to just the right page, in just the right book. To send me there to share a prompt that inspires my writing, or to offer some other wisdom they want to share with me.</p><p>That&#8217;s where the Clarissa Pinkola Est&#233;s quote came from today. From my grandmother.</p><p><em>What if that&#8217;s the kind of thing you&#8217;re supposed to be doing? Not trying to figure it all out alone, but reaching to spirit for an assist when the lift becomes too heavy?</em></p><p>What if the threshold of menopause opens us to new adventures, like working with Spirit to expand our meditation?</p><p>Or invites us into deeper connection with Nature?</p><p>To listen to the bees, discern wisdom from the stars? Seek communion with the river?</p><p>Interestingly, many post-menopausal women describe heightened intuition, vivid dreams, synchronicities, and a stronger sense of inner knowing. Whether these experiences reflect changes in attention, brain function, spiritual development, or something science has yet to fully understand, they invite our curiosity rather than our dismissal.</p><p>As a former clinician, I find myself in an interesting place with these questions.</p><p>I&#8217;ve spent a lifetime valuing evidence.</p><p>I&#8217;ve also spent a lifetime listening to women.</p><p>And one of the recurring themes in women&#8217;s health is that women often <em>learn to distrust their own experience if it doesn&#8217;t fit the dominant narrative.</em></p><p>What I have decided is that it is necessary in my process to have BOTH critical thinking and Wonder.</p><p><em>What if curiosity itself is part of this threshold?</em></p><p>AND --</p><p><em>What if you don&#8217;t have to decide what any of it means? You only need to be willing to be curious.</em></p><p>Because that&#8217;s what I believe our soul wants of us. That we pay attention.</p><p>Not conclusions.</p><p>Not dogma.</p><p>Not certainty.</p><p>A wider field of inquiry.</p><div><hr></div><p><em>How do we know what we know?</em></p><p>That&#8217;s not a question unique to menopause, but since humans spend so much of our lives outsourcing our external authority, what menopause seems to highlight for us is a drive to engage with our own internal authority &#8211; our own internal knowing.</p><p>When menopause arrives, suddenly some women report:</p><ul><li><p>stronger intuition</p></li><li><p>vivid dreams</p></li><li><p>creative surges</p></li><li><p>spiritual hunger</p></li><li><p>synchronistic experiences</p></li><li><p>a desire for solitude and reflection</p></li></ul><p>Whether those experiences arise from neurological reorganization, developmental psychology, contemplative practice, spiritual awakening, non-local consciousness, or some combination thereof is a fascinating question.</p><p>We seem to receive a kind of clear signal, regardless, a discerning wisdom about what no longer works in our lives, and perhaps what we desire more of. This is your inner wisdom getting your attention.</p><p>Your faithful body/mind may seem awkward and unfamiliar at times. Menopause <em>is</em> a process, and there will be peaks and valleys. It&#8217;s not unlike other birth experiences &#8211;whether you are birthing a human or birthing a book&#8212;it&#8217;s a creative experience, and some moments are just harder than others.</p><p>It takes courage to face the unknown and the darkness of any path when you don&#8217;t know where it ends, and you don&#8217;t have a map or GPS to guide you. Learning to trust my inner knowing has been a big part of my path. As a nurse, then as a midwife, I learned to hold evidence and intuition together. I didn&#8217;t often feel safe to openly share my stronger intuitions with others. So, in clinical practice, I learned to use it as an early warning system that prompted me to look for evidence to support my intuitive knowing.</p><p>Later, it was so integrated into my way of knowing and healing work that I found I could no longer practice in a system that didn&#8217;t make room for spirituality and individuality &#8211; essential to my holistic healing practice.</p><p>Recently, I asked my Dad in spirit to help me map the journey I&#8217;m taking with this novel of mine. And what he showed me was the thing about maps --a map is an invitation to adventure, as much as a guide to getting somewhere. So, did I want to just get somewhere, or was I looking for the adventure?</p><p>What a wonderful question! Of course, I can say I want both, but when I engage internally with the idea of the adventure, I see I&#8217;m open to so much more than when I say, &#8220;I want to get from Point A to Point B.&#8221;</p><p>We are living in interesting times; when looking outward for a solution, sometimes all we can see is the world in flames, casting shadows everywhere. Menopause can feel like that too. In shadowy times, it can be hard to see what&#8217;s up ahead.</p><p>But inside each of us, as Dr. Pinkola-Estes says, we carry a spark for our Lantern. We may need to accept that sometimes it&#8217;s small, barely enough for us to see.</p><p>Other times, it will flame brightly and not just guide, but attract others, with their lanterns.</p><p>I &#8216;ve always thought rites of passage, times that have the power to change how we see and experience ourselves, are best experienced with a community of others. The community can even offer us a kind of reservoir of courage, to carry us through our hardest times when the flame is perhaps threatening to go dark.</p><p>And by the way, those are the times when you reach out to your women, gather around a fire circle or a flashlight &#8211; whatever you&#8217;ve got &#8211; and you feed each other.</p><p>In the middle of a construction zone, it can be hard to envision much beyond the demolition of what was there before. It can seem like the last thing left is burning.</p><p>But what if we could give thanks for the fire that is cleansing and clearing the ground for new growth? For the rebirth that follows the devastation? 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I realized I&#8217;d once made many big decisions intuitively, but I hadn&#8217;t trusted that inner compass very much for a long time. It occurred to me that intuition might be what brought me here&#8212;and might also show me a solution I hadn&#8217;t considered yet. (And at the time, I was in perimenopause, and so many things in my life were changing.)</p><p>I got quiet and returned to daily meditation, something I hadn&#8217;t practiced in years.</p><p>The first change I noticed was a peaceful sense of connection with myself and my inner knowing.</p><p>I stopped looking outward for a fix and realized I already knew the answer; I just needed to trust it.</p><p>And that has become a way of knowing for me ever since. When I&#8217;m overthinking, I&#8217;m not trusting, so I return to stillness.</p><div><hr></div><p>That&#8217;s how I come to the page for you today. To share with you what I know and believe.</p><p>In my work, I start with the woman sitting in the space with me. I listen to what she says and how she says it. It&#8217;s a relationship, not a transaction. I&#8217;m comfortable saying, <em>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know yet, but we&#8217;ll figure it out together,&#8221;</em> if that&#8217;s what needs to be said.</p><p>I trust that she understands and values that honesty.</p><p>Shared trust is part of the medicine.</p><div><hr></div><p>When a woman is struggling with brain fog, anxiety, depression, and mood instability at menopause, the first thing I want to do is acknowledge her and her fears&#8212;that she&#8217;s slipping into some major mental health crisis, has a brain tumor, or Alzheimer&#8217;s disease.</p><p>There&#8217;s so much in our culture to stoke those fears, and I don&#8217;t want to minimize any symptoms.</p><p>I can reassure her that in perimenopause and menopause, these are common experiences that deserve attention and evaluation, but the most obvious cause is often the brain changes that occur at this time of life.</p><p>Though we don&#8217;t yet know everything there is to know about women&#8217;s brains, especially what these changes ultimately indicate, we do know more than we used to. I&#8217;ve discussed neuroplasticity and brain changes at length in previous posts, so if you haven&#8217;t read them, please do.</p><p>My philosophy of <em>first, do no harm</em> leads me to tread carefully with a brain that appears to be under reconstruction at this stage of life.</p><div><hr></div><p>If the menopausal brain is reorganizing, I want to be thoughtful about anything we introduce into that process&#8212;whether that&#8217;s hormones, antidepressants, supplements, or even the stories we tell ourselves about what is happening.</p><p>And yes, I know that sets me at odds with mainstream medicine.</p><p>But through my years of clinical practice, I can&#8217;t tell you how many colleagues&#8212;other practitioners&#8212;would admit they don&#8217;t know much about menopause, so they are simply treating the &#8220;presenting symptoms&#8221; and hoping it helps.</p><p>Again, there&#8217;s virtually no education in medical school on menopause beyond a brief look at reproductive anatomy and a mention of menopause as a &#8220;retrospective diagnosis.&#8221;</p><p>Medical training teaches providers to investigate pathology and treat symptoms.</p><p>But menopause is not a pathology.</p><p>Menopause is a rite of passage.</p><p>It&#8217;s universal to people with a womb, and even though some of the outward symptoms and changes can be challenging at times, it is still a transitional period in a woman&#8217;s life. Understanding the normalcy of these changes&#8212;and referring to an experienced menopause clinician when needed&#8212;is often the wisest course.</p><div><hr></div><p>Midwifery is a relational model.</p><p>Medicine is more of a transactional model.</p><p>I can speak from my own experience: many women seek to build trust with their provider. Because they&#8217;ve had a hard time trusting the healthcare system, they may find it especially difficult to trust the person sitting across from them.</p><p>They aren&#8217;t &#8220;being controlling&#8221; when they ask too many questions.</p><p>They&#8217;re trying to figure out whether they can trust this rushed encounter with the provider.</p><p>Midwifery, when practiced in the midwife model of care, builds trust between provider and patient through respectful listening, conversation, and time for both.</p><div><hr></div><p>I don&#8217;t want to spend this column debating medications or the differences between midwives and doctors, especially since I know I&#8217;m considered a little &#8220;out there&#8221; even among some of my colleagues in midwifery.</p><p>I have my own ideas about what safe and respectful care is, and to me, it includes emotional and spiritual health, nutrition, and cultural preferences.</p><p>These variables are challenging in an environment where time = money.</p><p>(And yes, I do believe we should have universal healthcare in the U.S.&#8212;and the option to choose the provider or care philosophy that aligns with us.)</p><div><hr></div><p>When I&#8217;m in my wondering moments&#8212;the questions that send me down rabbit holes to see if anyone is doing the research&#8212;I find myself asking:</p><ul><li><p>What role do hormones play in cognition and emotional processing?</p></li><li><p>Why are mood disorders considered an acceptable side effect of contraceptives?</p></li><li><p>Why do some women feel emotionally blunted on certain hormonal therapies, while others feel stabilized?</p></li><li><p>Why do some women report heightened clarity at menopause?</p></li><li><p>What might we still not understand about the endocrine system and the brain?</p></li><li><p>And my long-standing question about neurotransmitters and intuition: can intuition become enhanced at menopause because hormones stabilize? Or are we simply waking up a part of the brain that has been dormant?</p></li></ul><p>Those are just some of my questions around hormones and the brain&#8212;my wonderings, my curiosity.</p><p>I&#8217;m not declaring that I know anything more than my own lived experience, personally and clinically.</p><p>Because I&#8217;m still wondering.</p><p>And honestly? &#8220;What if?&#8221; is half the fun of wondering.</p><div><hr></div><p>My patients also know that I work with Spirit.</p><p>I tell them about my years of shamanic practice and the growth of my intuitive connection. They know that I trust the insights I receive through meditation and journeying into non-ordinary reality, and that if we choose to work together, those insights will become part of the care.</p><p>To me, this spiritual connection supports healing.</p><p>It is part of my calling to be a bridge&#8212;helping us remember ways of healing our ancestors knew and that we may have forgotten.</p><div><hr></div><p>The takeaway for me is, and always has been, to individualize care&#8212;because the experience will be unique to every woman.</p><p>What I deeply know is that menopause is an initiation into the last third of your life, or more.</p><p>It&#8217;s not about deficiency.</p><p>It may actually be about expansion.</p><p>And rather than merely the ending of fertility, menopause may also mark the beginning of another form of intelligence in the body.</p><div><hr></div><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" 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And return here for posted excerpts from my novel <em>The Grace of Second Chances.</em></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/another-form-of-intelligence?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/another-form-of-intelligence?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Grace of Second Chances]]></title><description><![CDATA[Chapter 4]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/the-grace-of-second-chances-7f4</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/the-grace-of-second-chances-7f4</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 03:11:55 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>May 2016</p><p> Jo  </p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading The Grace of Second Chances ! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div><p>Walking out into her garden, a steaming mug of coffee &#8211; her first of the day &#8211; warming her hands, Jo takes stock of herself in this moment: in faded jeans and a gray t-shirt that was once Eddie&#8217;s, committing this day to memory. This memory has its own imperative &#8212;no, &#8216;intention&#8217; should be the word, she thinks. <em>I&#8217;m a writer now. Every word carries its own imperative. But this day offers intention. Endings/New beginnings. The house is sold. The practice is sold, and this is the end of a chapter in my life, marking the beginning of a new one. Spoken like a writer, which has been my intention for the past six months. Since the latest plot twist. Welcome to my life story.</em></p><p>Her house had sold quickly, and the movers would be here in ten days. She had bought this wonderful old house twenty years ago, after her second divorce was finally settled. Between them, she and Eddie had renovated and restored it back to its Victorian roots over the first four years. They did most of the work themselves. If they didn&#8217;t know how to do something, they learned from books and from talking to a lot of people. They did a lot of experimenting.</p><p>And except for modernizing the electric and plumbing, for which they hired professionals, they devoted every weekend, holiday, and vacation to their DIY projects. By the time the house was finished, they knew they&#8217;d stay together, so they christened it by getting married in the garden.</p><p>Now Eddie&#8217;s gone, a massive aneurysm took him right after New Year&#8217;s. They had just found out he had this time bomb in him. They quickly found a top surgeon at Mass General, even had a surgery date, but the Universe had other plans. The mercy is that it was quick, and he didn&#8217;t suffer. She&#8217;s grateful for the knowledge that it was quick, but she would still rather have him here. The phone rings, and for one foolish second, she feels the old lift in her chest when Eddie&#8217;s smiling face lights the screen.<br>&#8220;I always think it&#8217;s you at first,&#8221; she tells the photo. &#8220;Then I remember.&#8221;<br>The caller ID reads: Unknown Caller. <br>She lets it go to voicemail and turns to go back inside, where her attention is called back to the box.</p><p>Labeled &#8220;CAMP stuff,&#8221; it calls out to be explored. She found it buried in the back of the walk-in closet in the downstairs bedroom. Wondering again how long it&#8217;s been there, she tries to recall when she first noticed it. Maybe a year ago? But from the condition of the yellowed packing tape, cracked and brittle, it could have been put there when they moved here in 1996. No time like the present, she thinks as she rips off the old tape and dives into the contents. Tapes, a Walkman, photo albums, sleeves of photos&#8230;lanyards and friendship bracelets? Her Mom must&#8217;ve saved all this stuff - she doesn&#8217;t remember saving any of this.</p><p>&#8220;Oh wow! My old camp t-shirt! Autographed from that last summer!&#8221; Holding it up, checking the size tag, she sees M for medium. <em>Wow, maybe it still fits,</em> but just as she gets it over her head, the phone rings again. <em>Mara</em> on the caller ID. One hand stretching for the phone, the other tossing the shirt back into the box.</p><p>&#8220;Mara? Hey! I was just thinking about you -- and Camp Beacon summers. I&#8217;m packing, and I found my old Camp Beacon T-shirt in a box of photo albums and cassettes from those days. There&#8217;s even a Walkman in there, remember those? I&#8217;m gonna put batteries in it and see if it still works! And the old music is -- Shoot, there I go rambling like Beth does, so you can&#8217;t get a word in. How are you doing, love?&#8221;</p><p>Mara responds, &#8220;Mm&#8230;I guess I&#8217;m ok. I hope this is an ok time to talk? You have time? I had this sudden overwhelming need to talk to my oldest, dearest, best-est friend&#8230; Wishing for some girlfriend time.&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Soon. You sound kinda down today. Everything OK there?&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Yeah, I guess. Nothing new. I miss Margaret. About now, we&#8217;d be planning a beach trip somewhere. This week has just been harder. I&#8217;m so tired of everything. I&#8217;ve been getting more hot flashes, again, but... y&#8217;know, whatever&#8230;&#8221; She imagines Mara waving her hand in the universal &#8216;whatever&#8217; sign she often uses.</p><p>As she listens to her friend talk, Jo spies a couple of butterflies chasing each other through the garden, from lavender to love-in-a-mist. The return of the butterflies and bees is always a reminder of how she had transformed this garden - and how she was transforming herself now. For years, she had trained herself to observe what was happening with her patients. Now, she had begun to notice what was <em>speaking</em>. She scribbles a &#8216;note to self&#8217; on her yellow legal pad. Prompts she&#8217;ll write with later.</p><p>&#8220;In Chinese medicine, heat usually means the body is trying to move something &#8212; rebalance, clear, recalibrate. Not random punishment, though I know it can feel like punishment at three in the morning.&#8221; Jo laughs softly. &#8220;Oh boy. Listen to me. Your midwife just barged into the room. How&#8217;s your sleep?&#8221; Jo wanders back into the kitchen barefoot while she talks and refills her coffee. &#8220;But seriously, Mara, as your friend, who just also happens to be your midwife, how are you managing? Desmond&#8217;s been gone for a couple of weeks now, right? Have you heard how his research is going?&#8221; Mara&#8217;s husband had gone to Ireland to visit family and do some genealogy research for several weeks.</p><p>&#8220;He left me a message yesterday. We just keep missing each other. I can&#8217;t seem to remember the time difference and catch him when he&#8217;s in. He says it&#8217;s all going well, so far. And he found a pub he likes and is playing his fiddle again. So that&#8217;s good for him. He misses us and wishes the girls, and I would join him there&#8230;He only sounds a little lonely. But, you know Des. He does like to keep himself busy. OH! He adopted a cat off the street, apparently.&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;A cat? Interesting&#8230; I&#8217;ve never seen him as a cat person. Dogs seem more his people.&#8221; They both laugh at that mental image. &#8220;Well, at least he&#8217;s got someone to keep him company. So what are you doing with yourself? Are you painting at all? Tell me you&#8217;re not moping around there talking to your ghosts.&#8221; She scribbles another note on her yellow tablet. <em>Moping? Root of? To mope?</em></p><p>&#8220;Only some days. What about you? Hear from any of <em>your</em> ghosts?&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;You know, I&#8217;ve had so much to do. Getting the office packed up and handed off. Now, to get this place packed up by next week, I haven&#8217;t even been dreaming. I fall into bed at night and am sound asleep in like 5 minutes. The closing is in 9 days, and the movers come the next day. Hey! Something just occurred to me. Wanna come here for a few days? Help me pack? I could use the company. I bet you could, too. At least we could be together. Why don&#8217;t you come? After the movers get me out of here, I&#8217;m taking the summer to decide my next step.&#8221; She had rented a furnished apartment downtown, on a month-to-month lease. She was putting almost everything in storage while she figured it out. Grief was somehow easier for her to bear when not surrounded by all the reminders. She&#8217;d lost a lot, and you got used to it eventually.</p><p>&#8220;There&#8217;s some property up north of you I&#8217;d love to see. I saw it in the winter, but it was under two feet of fresh snow then. Maybe we could go see it together? Doesn&#8217;t that sound like fun?&#8221; she laughs, standing up to stretch.</p><p>&#8220;Actually, it sounds like just what my midwife ordered! I&#8217;ll let you know by tomorrow morning if I&#8217;m coming. I&#8217;d need a dog sitter, but I&#8217;m pretty sure Aine would stay here with them. And yes, I&#8217;m painting. Here and there. Hey, I also heard from our Meg, and she&#8217;s thinking of moving back East. Did you know that?&#8221;</p><p>They chatted about their friend Meg&#8217;s decision last year to move to Northern California, and why being closer to her kids wasn&#8217;t all she&#8217;d hoped.</p><p>&#8220;Meg moving back East to be closer to us is a great decision! We could reinstitute the Little Women Society gatherings. Then all we&#8217;d need is Beth and Amy to complete our circle. How long has it been since we were all together? 7 or 8 years?&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Try ten years!&#8221; Mara answers. &#8220;But who&#8217;s counting? Ten years flew by so fast. Sounds like time for a reunion. Maybe even at the farm, if you guys were up for it. There&#8217;s nobody living there now, since Margaret&#8230;&#8221;</p><p>Jo feels how the words land between them. Since Margaret. Since Eddie. The same terrible week, as if grief had come through both their doors at once.</p><p>&#8220;You seem to be doing so well with moving forward in your life, Jo. I&#8217;m still weighing my options. I really don&#8217;t want to have to sell the farm. Margaret would never have wanted that.&#8221; She can picture Mara sitting in her den, wrapped in one of those old sweaters Margaret used to make, sunk into the corner of her big soft sofa, feet curled under her as she talks on the phone.</p><p>&#8220;True, but Margaret also wanted you to be ok. It was kind of her life&#8217;s mission, in a way. And as far as me moving forward, I&#8217;ve had a great deal of practice with grief and loss. I suppose I think of death quite differently from most people. My ghosts are around me all the time, encouraging me to keep moving. So I do. But that&#8217;s me.&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Do you ever hear Eddie&#8217;s voice and look around for him? Or your parents?&#8221; Mara asks, tentatively.</p><p>&#8220;In my mind, I do. And in dreams. I used to think it was just wishful thinking. That it was all me, all in my head. But now I think it could be they&#8217;re putting those thoughts in my mind because they want me to know they&#8217;re still with me. Thinking of me. So I just talk to them.</p><p>Because, Mara, what if it&#8217;s <em>Margaret</em> wanting you to <em>keep</em> weighing your options? I don&#8217;t suppose it ever hurts to collect more data,&#8221; Jo answers. &#8220;And as Eddie always said &#8216;There are no problems. Only solutions.&#8217; Of course, he also liked to say things like &#8216;What if the light at the end of the tunnel is really an oncoming train?&#8217;&#8221; Jo smiles at the memory as Mara chuckles.</p><p>&#8220;Eddie was such a great guy. I know you miss him, Jo. I should be asking you to lean on me now. Offering you my support, after all you&#8217;ve done for me. If Aine will dogsit, I&#8217;m going to come and help you.&#8221; Mara and Desmond have two dogs, one who&#8217;s elderly at fourteen, and one who&#8217;s little more than a puppy, just over a year old. Neither one is a good traveler, and Mara hates kennels, so if Aine or Rianna can&#8217;t stay with them, she won&#8217;t leave them - not with Desmond gone.</p><p>&#8220;I&#8217;d love to have your company, Mara, but if Aine can&#8217;t stay, no worries. I can come to you after the movers come. Eddie&#8217;s daughters have offered to help me with the packing, so I&#8217;m not all alone<em>.&#8221; And I love Ashley and Kim</em>, <em>and they take good care of me. They feed me really well.</em> <em>Both are great cooks.</em> <em>But Mara really is struggling more than me. I remember her postpartum depression after her births. And Margaret&#8217;s death has hit her hard.</em></p><p>She was Mara&#8217;s midwife for Rianna&#8217;s birth, a home birth twenty-four years ago. She could still see Mara&#8217;s exhausted face near the end, when she looked up at Jo and asked, &#8220;How much longer? I don&#8217;t know if I can do this anymore.&#8221;</p><p>Transition. That intense end-of-labor phase when you keep being asked to keep going, and it&#8217;s almost too much. Then suddenly something shifts, and like a runaway train roaring through the center of you, you are pushing your baby out. It seems chaotic, and then comes the joyful relief. Your baby is finally here, in your arms.</p><p>Then came the round-the-clock nursing, the sleepless nights, the anxiety and hypervigilance. Jo remembered how Mara began to believe she wasn&#8217;t any good as a mother because she just wasn&#8217;t a good person. That had been a scary time for all of them. Margaret got her through it. And by the time Aine was born five years later, it wasn&#8217;t as bad, somehow. Maybe they were just ready. Margaret was ready.</p><p>But now Margaret was gone.</p><p>For years, Jo had trained herself to observe with clinical precision: pulse, pressure, dilation, bleeding, breath. But now her mind kept reaching past the facts toward meaning. Maybe this was what happened when you stopped practicing and started writing. The world didn&#8217;t become any less real. It became more layered, more nuanced.</p><p><em>Just hold the space for her like a midwife or a great friend does. I will, Eddie. I am.</em></p><p>&#8220;So, how&#8217;s the weather there? Is it spring yet up there? It&#8217;s beautiful here today. You know,&#8221; she says, &#8220;a change of scenery might be good for you.&#8221; And distance from home for a week or so couldn&#8217;t hurt. Knowing Mara, the pressure to get the estate settled is probably immense. No matter what happens, they will still be going through all Margaret&#8217;s stuff and the home they grew up in, deciding what to keep, who gets which family pieces. And it will all be on Mara to manage.</p><p>Because things are different now, without Margaret to help her.</p><p>&#8220;Yeah, it&#8217;s been kind of gray and chilly when it&#8217;s not raining. Desmond says Ireland is rainy and windy all the time.&#8221; Jo hears a faint sound like a doorbell ring at Mara&#8217;s. &#8220;Oops, Jo, someone&#8217;s at the door. Better let you go before the dogs get going, and we won&#8217;t be able to hear anything. I&#8217;ll email you after I talk to Aine! Love you, Jo!&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Love you, too, Mara! Bye for now!&#8221; And just like that, she&#8217;s alone again with her packing and her own ghosts. She digs back into the box of camp memories and slips into the old t-shirt, with thoughts of Mara, Margaret, and Eddie, too, and saying goodbye to their home. <em>It really would be good for Mara and me to have some time together. And saying goodbye to this place &#8211; I admit it would be nice to have her. To have her support as much as she needs mine.</em></p><p>Incredibly, the Camp Beacon t-shirt fits, as she tugs it down, smoothing it over her torso. The autographs on the back are a tiny bit faded but still legible. Laughing at her own silliness, she snaps a selfie to post to her friends and family. Pops a couple of double A&#8217;s into the tape player. Pushes play. John Lennon&#8217;s <em>&#8220;Watching the Wheels Go Round and Round&#8221;</em> underscores her life. She seems to be once again &#8220;No longer riding on the Merry Go Round&#8230;&#8221;</p><p>All the campers and counselors autographed their shirts on the last day of camp because it was their last summer as campers. The following year, they would be counselors-in-training; the next year, their last summer together, they would be actual counselors, spending the entire summer there!</p><p>Wandering through the downstairs rooms, swaying with the music, singing along, sipping coffee, empty boxes and forgotten dreams greet her in every room. So much here to sort and pack! She&#8217;s ready, though. <em>I have reduced our life to rooms of boxes, Eddie.</em></p><p>Blue flip flops discarded by the back door, warm sun spilling across the porch, casting shadows that call up the shadows of the 80&#8217;s for her. The <em>Double Fantasy</em> album came out the year she turned eighteen&#8212;the year she met John&#8212;not Lennon&#8212;the John who would become her first ex-husband. 1980.</p><p>And Lennon singing to his young son about how life seems to happen while you&#8217;re busy making plans &#8211; Foreshadowing?</p><p>She scans the porch for her yellow legal pad, wanting to add to one of her many lists. Finding it in the kitchen, she adds &#8220;cassettes&#8221; to the <strong>donate</strong> list, thinking of younger Jo and her own &#8216;double fantasy&#8217;&#8212;the beginning of what was supposed to be her fairy tale. Meeting and marrying John, her very own Prince Charming, alongside her dream day shift job, landed early in her nursing career. Bright with hopes &#8212;but ending in broken promises and multiple disappointments. This music may be all that remains for her of that Jo, that life.</p><p>&#8220;And yet, you&#8217;re still here!&#8221; a therapist once told her, as she sobbed out her grief. Her overwhelming distress that her life could be so exquisitely tragic and painful. Finding him a little too glib and unsympathetic, she got another therapist ASAP. But in the end, she had to admit, he was right. She was a survivor.</p><p><em>I am still here</em>&#8212;<em>with all my stories.</em></p><p>The scent of roses drifting in on the breeze awakens more memories; she picks up a photo album from the camp box, flips through it, her vision focused inward. She&#8217;s back in time to that summer when they were 15-year-old girls, often in love with 15-year-old boys, and with each other and all the possibilities, tender and cruel, that life held for them.</p><p>In those days, she lived in a storyteller&#8217;s world ruled by princesses, queens, and witches. Writing stories and plays, of queens handing out wise justice, and true love and freedom ruled. Or stories of bored princesses and the powerful witches who would mentor them. Reminded of these stories she once wrote, she pulls an old black and white speckled notebook from the box, opens to a random page and reads:</p><p>&#8220;It seemed as if all creatures were magical here, in this bountiful land. She wanted to be cared for and live here forever, where the Goddess herself guarded the four directions and the crossroads. Where the unseen world and her spirit friends thrived. Would she be allowed to stay? Or would she have to return home?&#8221;</p><p>In her stories, her characters were brave and rose to meet every challenge, usually with the aid of magic. Like Dorothy in Oz, they discovered the secret powers they carried inside. And their bonds with others gave them the additional power to overcome evil.</p><p>Closing the notebook, she notices &#8220;LWS by Joanna Whitaker,&#8221; written in faded green ink, on the cover. She runs her hand over it, as if to free it from a long-ago spell.</p><p>Jo had been the one to notice it first: their names coincidentally matched the characters in Louisa May Alcott&#8217;s novel. From then on, they had called themselves The Little Women Society, in &#8220;those halcyon days of youth,&#8221; when everything seemed possible. Every moment, then, was dressed in meaning. She could see the girls they had been: so vibrant, awkward, brave, discovering their passions. <em>Am I getting that girl back in my old age? Courage, brains, awkward beauty &#8211; and big dreams.</em> <em>And what of the others? What dreams do they still carry inside? What regrets?</em></p><p><em><strong>Perhaps this is the story I want to tell. This is the memoir I&#8217;m inspired to write!</strong></em></p><p>Memory works its magic. Unspooling like a film, rolling through her awareness&#8212;Being part of this circle is sacred. She can still see them, gathered around a campfire, spinning their dreams, feeding them to the Universe like kindling to the flames.</p><p>A rumble of thunder and a light, cool breeze wafts through the screens, tickling her neck and face. It calls her back to the present. Her long white hair, so fashionable now, with her dark eyes and eyebrows, flows past her shoulders and down to the middle of her back these days. She swipes at the strands that stick to her face, a consequence of her early walk around the yard, on a warm but breezy day.</p><p>Hugging the speckled notebook to her chest, everywhere she looks today, she sees only Love.</p><p><em>How I have loved this place. Like my friends, these rooms, these gardens, vibrant in every season, form a patchwork quilt lovingly stitched together over time. Not that it was all good, but Eddie and I were good together, and we made it work -- for each other. Because we both knew how easily it could go from blessing to burden.</em></p><p>The gardener in her had been known to ruthlessly pull the occasional invading dandelion from the flower beds, with an apology to the Goddess who sends them. Knowledge of plants and the strong medicine of dandelion informed her attention to her gardens. Let one dandelion take root where it doesn&#8217;t belong and it will spread, inviting all its friends. Soon you&#8217;ll see dandelions everywhere.</p><p><em>Did I tend to my garden of friends and family with that same ruthlessness? I&#8217;d say experience drove me to protect myself and others ferociously when it was necessary. S</em>he thinks of John again, the first ex-husband whose self-destructiveness derailed her dreams, almost costing her everything she valued, including her friends.</p><p>She grabs the pen again, from behind her right ear, this time. Untangling a feathery wisp of hair, that&#8217;s gotten caught, she scribbles these thoughts on a fresh page. &#8220;And yet, how fortunate I feel to have LOVED. And been loved. The girls we were and what we called into ourselves. The lives we&#8217;ve led cemented our friendship, our commitments to each other,&#8221; she writes. Her writer&#8217;s mind drifts back to the speckled notebook. She had used the word &#8220;coven,&#8221; but she wasn&#8217;t clear about its meaning now and wonders about its origin.</p><p>She writes: &#8220;Coven? Roots? &#8211; Can they become a sacred sisterhood, a legacy of the kind of woman who survived those burning times... and what about convents? A place for women to retreat from the world together?&#8221;</p><p><em>Oh the stories that are coming to mind&#8230;</em></p><p>Brain percolating on words and all the weight they carry &#8230; she wonders at this spark of the story she wants to tell. Itching to ditch her packing and go write something, she settles for grabbing her laptop and coming back out to the porch. Telling herself she&#8217;ll settle for a 30-minute writing session to see what evolves. As she writes, a world opens up before her, and she drops in fully.</p><p>Everything she has to do to be ready for the movers vanishes from her awareness. An hour goes by before she even glances at the clock. How easy it is to become absorbed in what she&#8217;s creating, and how challenging to limit herself. This must be how Mara feels about her painting and Amy when she&#8217;s writing songs.</p><p>Glancing down, she sees there are 8 voicemails on her phone<em>. And I never heard it buzz or anything. I really was in the zone!</em></p><p>Scrolling through them to prioritize who can wait, who she needs to call back, she&#8217;s amazed to see 3 of them are from her old clinic. She plays them first, saving the other calls, which are from family. Deletes the one from the movers, just confirming the date they are coming.</p><p>The first is from the clinic front desk manager, asking about a password they can&#8217;t seem to find and need to unlock something in the system&#8230; Jo hasn&#8217;t a clue what she&#8217;s talking about, hits save and moves to the next one, which is Kelly, one of the midwives who wants to talk to her about the new Practice Manager. <em>Sorry, Kelly, not my problem anymore and I wouldn&#8217;t dream of interfering there! </em>She moves on to the last one.</p><p>Sighing as she dials, she resolves to set clearer boundaries with them. Today.</p><p>The third message is about insurance and deductibles. The practice manager wants to know about any insights she might share. And is asking her for information that Amanda already has!<em> </em>They had discussed this very item multiple times as they went through the income and expense sheets for the past three years. Jo senses there&#8217;s something more going on here, as she waits to be connected.</p><p>An hour later, she&#8217;s been passed around to several staff and finally feels like she&#8217;s made it clear, as kindly but firmly as she could, that this is now their practice and they need to solve these things in a way that makes sense for <em>them</em>. &#8220;I&#8217;ve already spent many hours on this transition, and I&#8217;m more than ready to let go and move into a new way of life,&#8221; she tells her old friend and colleague, Amanda. &#8220;You&#8217;ve got this. I know you do. Just be firm with them that you&#8217;re the director now and I&#8217;m out of it.&#8221; Hanging up, she puts the phone face down on the porch decking and stretches to release the tension from the past hour. What a contrast to the energy of that hour of writing!</p><p>She heads out to the yard again, wanting to clear her thoughts, admiring the sunny day and her garden, noticing the bees buzzing around the early roses and the lavender. She smiles with pride at the thought of the bees returning year after year, and she tells them, again, as her grandmother taught her, that she will be going away. Now she gets to create a new garden in a new place, if she wants to. There&#8217;s a lesson in this and a metaphor, too. <em>A thriving garden begins with setting the right boundaries. And gratitude.</em> <em>Need to write this down too.</em></p><p>The new house will be smaller, and the gardens more manageable. She, alone, will be her central focus. <em>My wants and needs will be primary. What a shift this will be after so many years of putting everyone else first. It may take me a while to learn to take my own advice</em> &#8211; &#8220;practice self-care like it&#8217;s your job because actually it is. And that means you can&#8217;t put yourself last because you won&#8217;t have anything left in reserve for you when you need it.&#8221; How many times through the years, she&#8217;d counseled her patients on this.</p><p><em>A life enriched by boundaries. A writing life, at last. I will plant rosemary by my new front door - for protection and to remind myself of what I have learned on my journey. Rosemary guards the gateways and thresholds &#8211; it&#8217;s evergreen, for luck, for love, for remembrance. And it protects the home and the witch who lives within.</em>Walking out into her garden, a steaming mug of coffee &#8211; her first of the day &#8211; warming her hands, Jo takes stock of herself in this moment: in faded jeans and a gray t-shirt that was once Eddie&#8217;s, committing this day to memory. This memory has its own imperative &#8212;no, &#8216;intention&#8217; should be the word, she thinks. <em>I&#8217;m a writer now. Every word carries its own imperative. But this day offers intention. Endings/New beginnings. The house is sold. The practice is sold, and this is the end of a chapter in my life, marking the beginning of a new one. Spoken like a writer, which has been my intention for the past six months. Since the latest plot twist. Welcome to my life story.</em></p><p>Her house had sold quickly, and the movers would be here in ten days. She had bought this wonderful old house twenty years ago, after her second divorce was finally settled. Between them, she and Eddie had renovated and restored it back to its Victorian roots over the first four years. They did most of the work themselves. If they didn&#8217;t know how to do something, they learned from books and from talking to a lot of people. They did a lot of experimenting.</p><p>And except for modernizing the electric and plumbing, for which they hired professionals, they devoted every weekend, holiday, and vacation to their DIY projects. By the time the house was finished, they knew they&#8217;d stay together, so they christened it by getting married in the garden.</p><p>Now Eddie&#8217;s gone, a massive aneurysm took him right after New Year&#8217;s. They had just found out he had this time bomb in him. They quickly found a top surgeon at Mass General, even had a surgery date, but the Universe had other plans. The mercy is that it was quick, and he didn&#8217;t suffer. She&#8217;s grateful for the knowledge that it was quick, but she would still rather have him here. The phone rings, and for one foolish second, she feels the old lift in her chest when Eddie&#8217;s smiling face lights the screen.<br>&#8220;I always think it&#8217;s you at first,&#8221; she tells the photo. &#8220;Then I remember.&#8221;<br>The caller ID reads: Unknown Caller. <br>She lets it go to voicemail and turns to go back inside, where her attention is called back to the box.</p><p>Labeled &#8220;CAMP stuff,&#8221; it calls out to be explored. She found it buried in the back of the walk-in closet in the downstairs bedroom. Wondering again how long it&#8217;s been there, she tries to recall when she first noticed it. Maybe a year ago? But from the condition of the yellowed packing tape, cracked and brittle, it could have been put there when they moved here in 1996. No time like the present, she thinks as she rips off the old tape and dives into the contents. Tapes, a Walkman, photo albums, sleeves of photos&#8230;lanyards and friendship bracelets? Her Mom must&#8217;ve saved all this stuff - she doesn&#8217;t remember saving any of this.</p><p>&#8220;Oh wow! My old camp t-shirt! Autographed from that last summer!&#8221; Holding it up, checking the size tag, she sees M for medium. <em>Wow, maybe it still fits,</em> but just as she gets it over her head, the phone rings again. <em>Mara</em> on the caller ID. One hand stretching for the phone, the other tossing the shirt back into the box.</p><p>&#8220;Mara? Hey! I was just thinking about you -- and Camp Beacon summers. I&#8217;m packing, and I found my old Camp Beacon T-shirt in a box of photo albums and cassettes from those days. There&#8217;s even a Walkman in there, remember those? I&#8217;m gonna put batteries in it and see if it still works! And the old music is -- Shoot, there I go rambling like Beth does, so you can&#8217;t get a word in. How are you doing, love?&#8221;</p><p>Mara responds, &#8220;Mm&#8230;I guess I&#8217;m ok. I hope this is an ok time to talk? You have time? I had this sudden overwhelming need to talk to my oldest, dearest, best-est friend&#8230; Wishing for some girlfriend time.&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Soon. You sound kinda down today. Everything OK there?&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Yeah, I guess. Nothing new. I miss Margaret. About now, we&#8217;d be planning a beach trip somewhere. This week has just been harder. I&#8217;m so tired of everything. I&#8217;ve been getting more hot flashes, again, but... y&#8217;know, whatever&#8230;&#8221; She imagines Mara waving her hand in the universal &#8216;whatever&#8217; sign she often uses.</p><p>As she listens to her friend talk, Jo spies a couple of butterflies chasing each other through the garden, from lavender to love-in-a-mist. The return of the butterflies and bees is always a reminder of how she had transformed this garden - and how she was transforming herself now. For years, she had trained herself to observe what was happening with her patients. Now, she had begun to notice what was <em>speaking</em>. She scribbles a &#8216;note to self&#8217; on her yellow legal pad. Prompts she&#8217;ll write with later.</p><p>&#8220;In Chinese medicine, heat usually means the body is trying to move something &#8212; rebalance, clear, recalibrate. Not random punishment, though I know it can feel like punishment at three in the morning.&#8221; Jo laughs softly. &#8220;Oh boy. Listen to me. Your midwife just barged into the room. How&#8217;s your sleep?&#8221; Jo wanders back into the kitchen barefoot while she talks and refills her coffee. &#8220;But seriously, Mara, as your friend, who just also happens to be your midwife, how are you managing? Desmond&#8217;s been gone for a couple of weeks now, right? Have you heard how his research is going?&#8221; Mara&#8217;s husband had gone to Ireland to visit family and do some genealogy research for several weeks.</p><p>&#8220;He left me a message yesterday. We just keep missing each other. I can&#8217;t seem to remember the time difference and catch him when he&#8217;s in. He says it&#8217;s all going well, so far. And he found a pub he likes and is playing his fiddle again. So that&#8217;s good for him. He misses us and wishes the girls, and I would join him there&#8230;He only sounds a little lonely. But, you know Des. He does like to keep himself busy. OH! He adopted a cat off the street, apparently.&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;A cat? Interesting&#8230; I&#8217;ve never seen him as a cat person. Dogs seem more his people.&#8221; They both laugh at that mental image. &#8220;Well, at least he&#8217;s got someone to keep him company. So what are you doing with yourself? Are you painting at all? Tell me you&#8217;re not moping around there talking to your ghosts.&#8221; She scribbles another note on her yellow tablet. <em>Moping? Root of? To mope?</em></p><p>&#8220;Only some days. What about you? Hear from any of <em>your</em> ghosts?&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;You know, I&#8217;ve had so much to do. Getting the office packed up and handed off. Now, to get this place packed up by next week, I haven&#8217;t even been dreaming. I fall into bed at night and am sound asleep in like 5 minutes. The closing is in 9 days, and the movers come the next day. Hey! Something just occurred to me. Wanna come here for a few days? Help me pack? I could use the company. I bet you could, too. At least we could be together. Why don&#8217;t you come? After the movers get me out of here, I&#8217;m taking the summer to decide my next step.&#8221; She had rented a furnished apartment downtown, on a month-to-month lease. She was putting almost everything in storage while she figured it out. Grief was somehow easier for her to bear when not surrounded by all the reminders. She&#8217;d lost a lot, and you got used to it eventually.</p><p>&#8220;There&#8217;s some property up north of you I&#8217;d love to see. I saw it in the winter, but it was under two feet of fresh snow then. Maybe we could go see it together? Doesn&#8217;t that sound like fun?&#8221; she laughs, standing up to stretch.</p><p>&#8220;Actually, it sounds like just what my midwife ordered! I&#8217;ll let you know by tomorrow morning if I&#8217;m coming. I&#8217;d need a dog sitter, but I&#8217;m pretty sure Aine would stay here with them. And yes, I&#8217;m painting. Here and there. Hey, I also heard from our Meg, and she&#8217;s thinking of moving back East. Did you know that?&#8221;</p><p>They chatted about their friend Meg&#8217;s decision last year to move to Northern California, and why being closer to her kids wasn&#8217;t all she&#8217;d hoped.</p><p>&#8220;Meg moving back East to be closer to us is a great decision! We could reinstitute the Little Women Society gatherings. Then all we&#8217;d need is Beth and Amy to complete our circle. How long has it been since we were all together? 7 or 8 years?&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Try ten years!&#8221; Mara answers. &#8220;But who&#8217;s counting? Ten years flew by so fast. Sounds like time for a reunion. Maybe even at the farm, if you guys were up for it. There&#8217;s nobody living there now, since Margaret&#8230;&#8221;</p><p>Jo feels how the words land between them. Since Margaret. Since Eddie. The same terrible week, as if grief had come through both their doors at once.</p><p>&#8220;You seem to be doing so well with moving forward in your life, Jo. I&#8217;m still weighing my options. I really don&#8217;t want to have to sell the farm. Margaret would never have wanted that.&#8221; She can picture Mara sitting in her den, wrapped in one of those old sweaters Margaret used to make, sunk into the corner of her big soft sofa, feet curled under her as she talks on the phone.</p><p>&#8220;True, but Margaret also wanted you to be ok. It was kind of her life&#8217;s mission, in a way. And as far as me moving forward, I&#8217;ve had a great deal of practice with grief and loss. I suppose I think of death quite differently from most people. My ghosts are around me all the time, encouraging me to keep moving. So I do. But that&#8217;s me.&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Do you ever hear Eddie&#8217;s voice and look around for him? Or your parents?&#8221; Mara asks, tentatively.</p><p>&#8220;In my mind, I do. And in dreams. I used to think it was just wishful thinking. That it was all me, all in my head. But now I think it could be they&#8217;re putting those thoughts in my mind because they want me to know they&#8217;re still with me. Thinking of me. So I just talk to them.</p><p>Because, Mara, what if it&#8217;s <em>Margaret</em> wanting you to <em>keep</em> weighing your options? I don&#8217;t suppose it ever hurts to collect more data,&#8221; Jo answers. &#8220;And as Eddie always said &#8216;There are no problems. Only solutions.&#8217; Of course, he also liked to say things like &#8216;What if the light at the end of the tunnel is really an oncoming train?&#8217;&#8221; Jo smiles at the memory as Mara chuckles.</p><p>&#8220;Eddie was such a great guy. I know you miss him, Jo. I should be asking you to lean on me now. Offering you my support, after all you&#8217;ve done for me. If Aine will dogsit, I&#8217;m going to come and help you.&#8221; Mara and Desmond have two dogs, one who&#8217;s elderly at fourteen, and one who&#8217;s little more than a puppy, just over a year old. Neither one is a good traveler, and Mara hates kennels, so if Aine or Rianna can&#8217;t stay with them, she won&#8217;t leave them - not with Desmond gone.</p><p>&#8220;I&#8217;d love to have your company, Mara, but if Aine can&#8217;t stay, no worries. I can come to you after the movers come. Eddie&#8217;s daughters have offered to help me with the packing, so I&#8217;m not all alone<em>.&#8221; And I love Ashley and Kim</em>, <em>and they take good care of me. They feed me really well.</em> <em>Both are great cooks.</em> <em>But Mara really is struggling more than me. I remember her postpartum depression after her births. And Margaret&#8217;s death has hit her hard.</em></p><p>She was Mara&#8217;s midwife for Rianna&#8217;s birth, a home birth twenty-four years ago. She could still see Mara&#8217;s exhausted face near the end, when she looked up at Jo and asked, &#8220;How much longer? I don&#8217;t know if I can do this anymore.&#8221;</p><p>Transition. That intense end-of-labor phase when you keep being asked to keep going, and it&#8217;s almost too much. Then suddenly something shifts, and like a runaway train roaring through the center of you, you are pushing your baby out. It seems chaotic, and then comes the joyful relief. Your baby is finally here, in your arms.</p><p>Then came the round-the-clock nursing, the sleepless nights, the anxiety and hypervigilance. Jo remembered how Mara began to believe she wasn&#8217;t any good as a mother because she just wasn&#8217;t a good person. That had been a scary time for all of them. Margaret got her through it. And by the time Aine was born five years later, it wasn&#8217;t as bad, somehow. Maybe they were just ready. Margaret was ready.</p><p>But now Margaret was gone.</p><p>For years, Jo had trained herself to observe with clinical precision: pulse, pressure, dilation, bleeding, breath. But now her mind kept reaching past the facts toward meaning. Maybe this was what happened when you stopped practicing and started writing. The world didn&#8217;t become any less real. It became more layered, more nuanced.</p><p><em>Just hold the space for her like a midwife or a great friend does. I will, Eddie. I am.</em></p><p>&#8220;So, how&#8217;s the weather there? Is it spring yet up there? It&#8217;s beautiful here today. You know,&#8221; she says, &#8220;a change of scenery might be good for you.&#8221; And distance from home for a week or so couldn&#8217;t hurt. Knowing Mara, the pressure to get the estate settled is probably immense. No matter what happens, they will still be going through all Margaret&#8217;s stuff and the home they grew up in, deciding what to keep, who gets which family pieces. And it will all be on Mara to manage.</p><p>Because things are different now, without Margaret to help her.</p><p>&#8220;Yeah, it&#8217;s been kind of gray and chilly when it&#8217;s not raining. Desmond says Ireland is rainy and windy all the time.&#8221; Jo hears a faint sound like a doorbell ring at Mara&#8217;s. &#8220;Oops, Jo, someone&#8217;s at the door. Better let you go before the dogs get going, and we won&#8217;t be able to hear anything. I&#8217;ll email you after I talk to Aine! Love you, Jo!&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Love you, too, Mara! Bye for now!&#8221; And just like that, she&#8217;s alone again with her packing and her own ghosts. She digs back into the box of camp memories and slips into the old t-shirt, with thoughts of Mara, Margaret, and Eddie, too, and saying goodbye to their home. <em>It really would be good for Mara and me to have some time together. And saying goodbye to this place &#8211; I admit it would be nice to have her. To have her support as much as she needs mine.</em></p><p>Incredibly, the Camp Beacon t-shirt fits, as she tugs it down, smoothing it over her torso. The autographs on the back are a tiny bit faded but still legible. Laughing at her own silliness, she snaps a selfie to post to her friends and family. Pops a couple of double A&#8217;s into the tape player. Pushes play. John Lennon&#8217;s <em>&#8220;Watching the Wheels Go Round and Round&#8221;</em> underscores her life. She seems to be once again &#8220;No longer riding on the Merry Go Round&#8230;&#8221;</p><p>All the campers and counselors autographed their shirts on the last day of camp because it was their last summer as campers. The following year, they would be counselors-in-training; the next year, their last summer together, they would be actual counselors, spending the entire summer there!</p><p>Wandering through the downstairs rooms, swaying with the music, singing along, sipping coffee, empty boxes and forgotten dreams greet her in every room. So much here to sort and pack! She&#8217;s ready, though. <em>I have reduced our life to rooms of boxes, Eddie.</em></p><p>Blue flip flops discarded by the back door, warm sun spilling across the porch, casting shadows that call up the shadows of the 80&#8217;s for her. The <em>Double Fantasy</em> album came out the year she turned eighteen&#8212;the year she met John&#8212;not Lennon&#8212;the John who would become her first ex-husband. 1980.</p><p>And Lennon singing to his young son about how life seems to happen while you&#8217;re busy making plans &#8211; Foreshadowing?</p><p>She scans the porch for her yellow legal pad, wanting to add to one of her many lists. Finding it in the kitchen, she adds &#8220;cassettes&#8221; to the <strong>donate</strong> list, thinking of younger Jo and her own &#8216;double fantasy&#8217;&#8212;the beginning of what was supposed to be her fairy tale. Meeting and marrying John, her very own Prince Charming, alongside her dream day shift job, landed early in her nursing career. Bright with hopes &#8212;but ending in broken promises and multiple disappointments. This music may be all that remains for her of that Jo, that life.</p><p>&#8220;And yet, you&#8217;re still here!&#8221; a therapist once told her, as she sobbed out her grief. Her overwhelming distress that her life could be so exquisitely tragic and painful. Finding him a little too glib and unsympathetic, she got another therapist ASAP. But in the end, she had to admit, he was right. She was a survivor.</p><p><em>I am still here</em>&#8212;<em>with all my stories.</em></p><p>The scent of roses drifting in on the breeze awakens more memories; she picks up a photo album from the camp box, flips through it, her vision focused inward. She&#8217;s back in time to that summer when they were 15-year-old girls, often in love with 15-year-old boys, and with each other and all the possibilities, tender and cruel, that life held for them.</p><p>In those days, she lived in a storyteller&#8217;s world ruled by princesses, queens, and witches. Writing stories and plays, of queens handing out wise justice, and true love and freedom ruled. Or stories of bored princesses and the powerful witches who would mentor them. Reminded of these stories she once wrote, she pulls an old black and white speckled notebook from the box, opens to a random page and reads:</p><p>&#8220;It seemed as if all creatures were magical here, in this bountiful land. She wanted to be cared for and live here forever, where the Goddess herself guarded the four directions and the crossroads. Where the unseen world and her spirit friends thrived. Would she be allowed to stay? Or would she have to return home?&#8221;</p><p>In her stories, her characters were brave and rose to meet every challenge, usually with the aid of magic. Like Dorothy in Oz, they discovered the secret powers they carried inside. And their bonds with others gave them the additional power to overcome evil.</p><p>Closing the notebook, she notices &#8220;LWS by Joanna Whitaker,&#8221; written in faded green ink, on the cover. She runs her hand over it, as if to free it from a long-ago spell.</p><p>Jo had been the one to notice it first: their names coincidentally matched the characters in Louisa May Alcott&#8217;s novel. From then on, they had called themselves The Little Women Society, in &#8220;those halcyon days of youth,&#8221; when everything seemed possible. Every moment, then, was dressed in meaning. She could see the girls they had been: so vibrant, awkward, brave, discovering their passions. <em>Am I getting that girl back in my old age? Courage, brains, awkward beauty &#8211; and big dreams.</em> <em>And what of the others? What dreams do they still carry inside? What regrets?</em></p><p><em><strong>Perhaps this is the story I want to tell. This is the memoir I&#8217;m inspired to write!</strong></em></p><p>Memory works its magic. Unspooling like a film, rolling through her awareness&#8212;Being part of this circle is sacred. She can still see them, gathered around a campfire, spinning their dreams, feeding them to the Universe like kindling to the flames.</p><p>A rumble of thunder and a light, cool breeze wafts through the screens, tickling her neck and face. It calls her back to the present. Her long white hair, so fashionable now, with her dark eyes and eyebrows, flows past her shoulders and down to the middle of her back these days. She swipes at the strands that stick to her face, a consequence of her early walk around the yard, on a warm but breezy day.</p><p>Hugging the speckled notebook to her chest, everywhere she looks today, she sees only Love.</p><p><em>How I have loved this place. Like my friends, these rooms, these gardens, vibrant in every season, form a patchwork quilt lovingly stitched together over time. Not that it was all good, but Eddie and I were good together, and we made it work -- for each other. Because we both knew how easily it could go from blessing to burden.</em></p><p>The gardener in her had been known to ruthlessly pull the occasional invading dandelion from the flower beds, with an apology to the Goddess who sends them. Knowledge of plants and the strong medicine of dandelion informed her attention to her gardens. Let one dandelion take root where it doesn&#8217;t belong and it will spread, inviting all its friends. Soon you&#8217;ll see dandelions everywhere.</p><p><em>Did I tend to my garden of friends and family with that same ruthlessness? I&#8217;d say experience drove me to protect myself and others ferociously when it was necessary. S</em>he thinks of John again, the first ex-husband whose self-destructiveness derailed her dreams, almost costing her everything she valued, including her friends.</p><p>She grabs the pen again, from behind her right ear, this time. Untangling a feathery wisp of hair, that&#8217;s gotten caught, she scribbles these thoughts on a fresh page. &#8220;And yet, how fortunate I feel to have LOVED. And been loved. The girls we were and what we called into ourselves. The lives we&#8217;ve led cemented our friendship, our commitments to each other,&#8221; she writes. Her writer&#8217;s mind drifts back to the speckled notebook. She had used the word &#8220;coven,&#8221; but she wasn&#8217;t clear about its meaning now and wonders about its origin.</p><p>She writes: &#8220;Coven? Roots? &#8211; Can they become a sacred sisterhood, a legacy of the kind of woman who survived those burning times... and what about convents? A place for women to retreat from the world together?&#8221;</p><p><em>Oh the stories that are coming to mind&#8230;</em></p><p>Brain percolating on words and all the weight they carry &#8230; she wonders at this spark of the story she wants to tell. Itching to ditch her packing and go write something, she settles for grabbing her laptop and coming back out to the porch. Telling herself she&#8217;ll settle for a 30-minute writing session to see what evolves. As she writes, a world opens up before her, and she drops in fully.</p><p>Everything she has to do to be ready for the movers vanishes from her awareness. An hour goes by before she even glances at the clock. How easy it is to become absorbed in what she&#8217;s creating, and how challenging to limit herself. This must be how Mara feels about her painting and Amy when she&#8217;s writing songs.</p><p>Glancing down, she sees there are 8 voicemails on her phone<em>. And I never heard it buzz or anything. I really was in the zone!</em></p><p>Scrolling through them to prioritize who can wait, who she needs to call back, she&#8217;s amazed to see 3 of them are from her old clinic. She plays them first, saving the other calls, which are from family. Deletes the one from the movers, just confirming the date they are coming.</p><p>The first is from the clinic front desk manager, asking about a password they can&#8217;t seem to find and need to unlock something in the system&#8230; Jo hasn&#8217;t a clue what she&#8217;s talking about, hits save and moves to the next one, which is Kelly, one of the midwives who wants to talk to her about the new Practice Manager. <em>Sorry, Kelly, not my problem anymore and I wouldn&#8217;t dream of interfering there! </em>She moves on to the last one.</p><p>Sighing as she dials, she resolves to set clearer boundaries with them. Today.</p><p>The third message is about insurance and deductibles. The practice manager wants to know about any insights she might share. And is asking her for information that Amanda already has!<em> </em>They had discussed this very item multiple times as they went through the income and expense sheets for the past three years. Jo senses there&#8217;s something more going on here, as she waits to be connected.</p><p>An hour later, she&#8217;s been passed around to several staff and finally feels like she&#8217;s made it clear, as kindly but firmly as she could, that this is now their practice and they need to solve these things in a way that makes sense for <em>them</em>. &#8220;I&#8217;ve already spent many hours on this transition, and I&#8217;m more than ready to let go and move into a new way of life,&#8221; she tells her old friend and colleague, Amanda. &#8220;You&#8217;ve got this. I know you do. Just be firm with them that you&#8217;re the director now and I&#8217;m out of it.&#8221; Hanging up, she puts the phone face down on the porch decking and stretches to release the tension from the past hour. What a contrast to the energy of that hour of writing!</p><p>She heads out to the yard again, wanting to clear her thoughts, admiring the sunny day and her garden, noticing the bees buzzing around the early roses and the lavender. She smiles with pride at the thought of the bees returning year after year, and she tells them, again, as her grandmother taught her, that she will be going away. Now she gets to create a new garden in a new place, if she wants to. There&#8217;s a lesson in this and a metaphor, too. <em>A thriving garden begins with setting the right boundaries. And gratitude.</em> <em>Need to write this down too.</em></p><p>The new house will be smaller, and the gardens more manageable. She, alone, will be her central focus. <em>My wants and needs will be primary. What a shift this will be after so many years of putting everyone else first. It may take me a while to learn to take my own advice</em> &#8211; &#8220;practice self-care like it&#8217;s your job because actually it is. And that means you can&#8217;t put yourself last because you won&#8217;t have anything left in reserve for you when you need it.&#8221; How many times through the years, she&#8217;d counseled her patients on this.</p><p><em>A life enriched by boundaries. A writing life, at last. I will plant rosemary by my new front door - for protection and to remind myself of what I have learned on my journey. Rosemary guards the gateways and thresholds &#8211; it&#8217;s evergreen, for luck, for love, for remembrance. And it protects the home and the witch who lives within.</em></p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading Why Doesn't Anyone Talk About This?! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why Doesn't Anyone Talk About This?]]></title><description><![CDATA[As the rhythm widens, intuition rises]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-41e</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-41e</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2026 22:34:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!j3wZ!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe89c0dd5-b778-474a-92b5-9a10ed3a36be_1122x1402.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1>The Moon, Menopause, and Initiation</h1><p>&#8220;Do you have a plan?&#8221; says the blank page.</p><p>I did. I just have no desire to execute that plan. I needed a new plan or I needed to forget planning and just write&#8230;</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading Why Doesn't Anyone Talk About This?! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div><p>Tuesday and yesterday were supposed to be my days to write my Substack. But there was no writing energy in me. The energy that held me was the energy of overwhelm &#8212; go-back-to-bed-with-a-book energy &#8212; isolate energy.</p><p>And then I noticed the moon was in Pisces.</p><p>Ever feel that way?</p><p>The moon was actually in Pisces for two and a half days, just shining those Piscean moonbeams on me as she moved through the sign. Pisces moon is dreamy and floaty and adds that quality of treading water to the day. Sometimes that can be good for my writing. It can be imaginative, but combined with a moon moving into the balsamic phase &#8212; rest, restore &#8212; this week, the words just weren&#8217;t coming.</p><p>Well, they were there, but wanting to be dreamy, rather than logical.</p><p>Okay, you say. But you&#8217;re supposed to be teaching me about menopause. What does the moon have to do with menopause?</p><p>I&#8217;m so glad you asked!</p><p><strong>Menopause does not end our relationship with cycles. It changes which cycles we belong to.</strong></p><p>And the moon is all about cycles.</p><p>We know a monthly cycle of the moon is about 29.5 days. Same as the average 28&#8211;30 day menstrual cycle. Same as a pack of oral contraceptives &#8212; 28 days.</p><p>Hmmm.</p><p>Coincidence? I think not.</p><p>There is a cycle to this madness.</p><p>And just because menopause signals the end of the monthly menstrual cycle, we do not stop cycling. We are part of nature, and nature is expressly a larger cycle, impacted by the Sun and the Moon &#8212; we know this. The moon controls the tides. The sun moves us through the seasons. Some of us even get Seasonal Affective Disorder when the seasons change and the light changes to longer nights, shorter hours of daylight.</p><p>So&#8230; though we may no longer bleed with a monthly cycle, we are not finished with rhythm and cycles.</p><div><hr></div><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!j3wZ!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe89c0dd5-b778-474a-92b5-9a10ed3a36be_1122x1402.png" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!j3wZ!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe89c0dd5-b778-474a-92b5-9a10ed3a36be_1122x1402.png 424w, 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moon!&#8221; we say.</p><p>Or maybe we look for the face of the man in the moon, teaching a child or a grandchild to see it too.</p><p>Even the crescent moon gets our attention, sometimes like she&#8217;s smiling at us, other times just a tiny glowing sliver of silvery light.</p><p>Beautiful.</p><p>The moon makes these cosmic appearances &#8212; over and over again through the month, through the year, through centuries. She is there, moving across the sky, every night. And how we see her, when the skies are clear, changes every 2.5 days as she cycles through her own monthly phases.</p><p>Ancient cultures depended on the patterns of the moon&#8217;s cycle to inform their daily lives. Without going into a mythology-of-the-moon lecture here, I want to share certain themes that correlate with the moon&#8217;s cycles and our lives here on the big blue marble.</p><p>In astrology, the moon is the zodiacal planet that represents our body and emotions. She is the Yin to the Sun&#8217;s Yang. Earlier generations of humanity that lived more closely in sync with nature would have cycled with the moon and other natural cycles; it was common to ovulate around the full moon and bleed with the dark of the moon, the new moon.</p><p>As we move through our <em>moonth</em> &#8212; month &#8212; her cycle offers us her wisdom about flow. She is a tidal messenger, after all.</p><p>What comes in must also go out, again and again.</p><p>The moon herself is constant, and yet she is ever-changing, just as we are. The moon reminds us of the cyclical nature of life. When she&#8217;s dark, as she will be in a couple of days on the new moon, she hasn&#8217;t actually gone dark; she has simply moved to the place in her cycle where we can&#8217;t see her reflecting the sun&#8217;s light for about two and a half days.</p><p>This happens every month.</p><p>It&#8217;s her usual monthly cycle, within the cycle of the seasons, within the wheel of the year.</p><div><hr></div><h2>The Moon Still Offers Us a Map</h2><p>Working with the moon and its phases connects us to natural flow. Each phase of the moon has its own energy. We experience these energies and phases of the moon, regardless of whether we have a menstrual cycle, or are even paying attention.</p><p>The first day of the new moon is the beginning of the lunar cycle. Here&#8217;s a list of the moon&#8217;s phases and a keyword for what each one favors energetically:</p><p><strong>New Moon &#8212; Begin</strong><br><strong>Waxing Crescent &#8212; Imagine</strong><br><strong>First Quarter &#8212; Commit</strong><br><strong>Waxing Gibbous &#8212; Refine</strong><br><strong>Full Moon &#8212; Illuminate</strong><br><strong>Waning Gibbous &#8212; Share</strong><br><strong>Third Quarter &#8212; Release</strong><br><strong>Balsamic Moon &#8212; Restore</strong></p><p>Begin. Imagine. Commit. Refine. Illuminate. Share. Release. Restore.</p><p>This has such a lovely rhythm. It reads almost like a breath cycle.</p><p>Or a life cycle.</p><p>The moon offers us a map: begin, imagine, commit, refine, illuminate, share, release, restore.</p><p>Repeatedly, she reminds us that nothing living is meant to remain in one phase forever.</p><div><hr></div><h2></h2><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-41e?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-41e?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><h2>The Body Once Kept Time</h2><p>Like the phases of the moon and the passage of this luminary through the Zodiac, the seasons of the earth with its great cosmic cycles and epochs of time are a direct reflection of the Universe itself.</p><p>For those of us who menstruated, the body once kept time for us. Whether we understood it or not, we lived inside a rhythm of release, renewal, expression, and completion.</p><p>Our wombs &#8212; and the creative centers of our bodies and spirits &#8212; connect us back to the larger intelligence of nature.</p><p>Timing, making, releasing, and beginning again.</p><p>The menstrual cycle follows a moon-like rhythm: a reflective phase, a dynamic phase, an expressive phase, and a creative phase, each one lasting about seven days.</p><p>We modern humans live with electricity that allows us to stay indoors, extend our workdays, and postpone our rest. As a woman, a wife, and a mother, I am no stranger to how much can be accomplished while the family sleeps!</p><p>Yet the moon, in her natural cycles, reminds us that we are supposed to be resting/sleeping while she hangs up there, reflecting the day back to us as we dream and recharge our batteries.</p><p>The moon&#8217;s representation as a symbol of the feminine models for us that life is lived in cycles &#8212; and the female cycles are sacred as well.</p><p>It&#8217;s the mother awake at 3:00 AM nursing her baby, and then at menopause awake at 3:00 AM again, perhaps thinking of that same baby, now grown &#8212; the quiet of 3 AM giving her the space to consider something the distractions of the day obscure.</p><p>During menopause, I have found that the energy of the Full Moon often wakes me in the middle of the night. I have learned to use that time to write, read, or for quiet contemplation.</p><p>Many solutions have appeared clearly to me in the middle of a full moon&#8217;s night!</p><p>And many a worry has seemed magnified by the moonlight, only to recede in the light of day.</p><div><hr></div><h2>When the Rhythm Widens</h2><p>At midlife, we begin to release the smaller cycle of the monthly bleed &#8212; and the rhythm that once marked fertility and that particular season of life.</p><p>We move into a larger cycle now, one measured by seasons, years, and subtler patterns of awareness. I&#8217;ve found I keep time differently: less by the calendar of the body, and more by the larger field around me.</p><p><strong>As the rhythm widens, intuition rises.</strong></p><p>Many women find that at this time, they have less patience for what no longer feels true. The old accommodations begin to fall away.</p><p>This, too, is waning moon wisdom:</p><p><strong>Release what drains the life from you.</strong></p><p>Pattern recognition sharpens our awareness. Our focus deepens when our hormonal noise goes from alternating current to direct current. I&#8217;ve never forgotten that particular metaphor.</p><p>What a busy mother named as &#8220;her sixth sense about her children&#8217;s needs&#8221; seemed to deepen for me after menopause into a clearer signal of KNOWING.</p><p>This was fascinating to me, so I began looking for the language to understand and deepen this intuitive work, studying shamanism, energy therapies, and even the metaphors of quantum reality.</p><p>As I moved further into my intuitive self, I became more attuned with a generative way of living &#8212; more connected to the Earth, to all creation, to the interdependent web of existence that is described in animism and revealed itself so clearly to me in shamanic journeying</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" 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I&#8217;d write them down as insights in my journals.</p><p><strong>Over time, these journaled insights became evidence that validated my intuitive and cross-veil experiences.</strong></p><p>That search began for me more than 25 years ago, and it continues to deepen and grow richer.</p><div><hr></div><h2>The Wise Woman Comes Home</h2><p>We shift into the larger streams of awareness at menopause, where our creative flows move into a deeper current.</p><p>We are more likely to feel the call of our inner creative cycles blending with the larger creative energies of life, in a family, in a lineage, in a community.</p><p>We become part of the rich circle of grandmother wisdom and &#8212; because we are still here &#8212; living our lives within the inevitable cycles of life&#8217;s ups and downs, births and deaths, we become more acutely aware and more sensitive to nuance.</p><p>We arrive at this sacred place after menopause, and I believe it&#8217;s like a homecoming.</p><p>One of long travels on and off-road, not always clear or smooth, sometimes straight but often twisting.</p><p>We arrive, changed from the young girl, or the busy Mom, or the successful business leader &#8212; wiser than we know, with all of these women in us.</p><p>If we can acknowledge the hard parts, the difficulties that we&#8217;ve managed to transcend, we arrive READY, having given birth to ourselves.</p><p>Whatever may come now, we are at last HOME.</p><p>And home is the place in your body where YOU reside &#8212; and where, with self-love and self-acceptance, we can be compassionate with ourselves.</p><p>This is when you get the perspective that lets you step off the carousel of self-judgment and criticism. You get to see who you are and who you want to be, at this phase of the larger cycle.</p><p>You may discover, in discerning who you are now, that you need to forgive your younger self for whatever mistakes or missteps she made getting here. In fact, I recommend doing this because we all have made mistakes.</p><p>Perfection is not possible.</p><p>So put that baggage down.</p><p>You are home.</p><p>You can take all the time you want to unpack and decide what to keep and what to let go of.</p><p>The seasons have changed now, and the Wheel is still turning. Your wisdom will come as you grow and experience this new cycle, making room for YOU in your body/home.</p><p>The blessings of this phase are many.</p><p>The rhythm widens, clarity returns, and the cycles become familiar again.</p><p>The secret nobody seems to talk about is how often the changed woman is also the return of the girl she left behind when adulthood called.</p><p>Welcome her home.</p><p>Not as the child you once were, but as the wise one you are now.</p><p><strong>Home to Herself.</strong></p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!iWDp!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F1be87a3b-2aa8-4041-868f-e86b03425cb9_1672x941.png" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" 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SCOTUS is owned by the billionaires. What ails us? We have to see the pattern - in all the ways its happening - and call it out.]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2026 16:48:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!W9Cl!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F4dbd6d64-9fc8-4ac2-9b59-a408803a5a7f_1792x1024.webp" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>This essay is in response to the many questions raised by reading Elayne Kalila&#8217;s Substack post a couple of weeks ago. If you have not read it,&#8221; What happens when the world is Motherless?&#8221;, It&#8217;s powerful. And triggering so consider yourself forewarned. It brought me to thinking about all the misogyny I&#8217;ve seen and experienced in my career and as a woman and a midwife. Practicing on the fringes at times, something of a unicorn when trying to infiltrate the system. Always doing my best to advocate for the women and families trusting me and trying to keep them safe wherever they chose to birth.</em></p><p><em>There is work to do. It&#8217;s everywhere right now. We all must find what is ours to do. No effort is too small and as the great anthropologist Margaret Mead reminds us:</em></p><p><em>&#8220;<strong>Never doubt that a small group of committed citizens can change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has.&#8221;</strong></em></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p><em>Why does it feel like everything is being revealed right 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It feels like everywhere we encounter systems that <strong>protect themselves at all costs</strong>. Humanity is being shown all the appalling, dishonorable, outrageously evil things humans can do to each other . Not that we haven&#8217;t ever seen the face of evil. We&#8217;ve survived Hitler, daily school shootings, and now we have Jeffrey Epstein and the Epstein Class&#8230;</p><p>Each time, we&#8217;ve been told these were isolated evildoers&#8212;that the patterns behind their actions were misunderstood or dismissed as anomalies. We&#8217;ve even been told that our current President and administration are anomalies&#8212;something to be tolerated until they pass into oblivion.</p><p>But the fact that we are seeing this pattern EVERYWHERE, that it seems to be happening all at once, - its screaming at us. Structures that <strong>turn on those who question them. Gatekeepers that tell you you don&#8217;t see what you see.</strong></p><p>You must believe the truth of what you are seeing with your own eyes. What you are hearing with your own ears, and knowing in your own Knower. &#8230;</p><p>And beneath it all, a question must be raised:</p><p><strong>How did we let it go on this long?</strong></p><p>Because this is what happens when a wound is seen&#8212;but never named.</p><p>There is an old story about a wounded king.</p><p>The legend of the Fisher King.</p><p>A king who has suffered a wound that will not heal.</p><p>He cannot stand. He cannot lead. He cannot bring life to the land. The land withers as the crops fail. He is isolated in his castle unless his servants carry him out, where he fishes endlessly, waiting for the wound to be healed. The people see that he still lives, crippled by his wound. The story has been spread that the wound can only be healed by the &#8220;fool&#8221; who asks the right question of the Grail.</p><p>One day, a knight arrives and witnesses a strange ritual that involves a Grail, a bleeding Lance and a downcast people who are starving. And their land has become a barren wasteland. Everyone sees their fate is tied to the king&#8217;s wounding, but no one asks about it.</p><p>The King&#8217;s wound, you see, is protected by decree, by silence, by politeness, by systems that teach us not to question power.</p><p>And so the Knight is puzzled by what he sees, by what he hears, but he does not ask the question and is sent away.</p><p>The King&#8217;s wound never heals. And the land continues to rot and wither, becoming a wasteland.</p><p><strong>This is happening now.</strong></p><p></p><p>This is what we are seeing in our world.</p><p>I&#8217;ve seen this repeatedly in healthcare. We&#8217;ve made science and technology our altars, instead of the patient and the community. And the SYSTEMS that require the patient and the community in order to survive are not created to serve the people, only to serve and perpetuate themselves. This is broken and cannot continue.</p><p>Everywhere, we can hear people saying &#8220;Congress doesn&#8217;t act for the people who elected them&#8221;. For many years we have heard about healthcare needing reform, government and education needing reform. But these broken systems persist because they are protected. Because we are silenced. Whistleblowers and those who question the people in power are punished. 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This is what drives up c-section rates. Have women&#8217;s bodies changed in the last 100+ years? No. Are there greater numbers of giant babies that cannot fit through the pelvis? No.</p><p>What has changed is our systems and our beliefs. For nearly half of my career, I worked outside of the hospitals, mainly in free-standing birth centers. I caught over 2000 babies and my personal c-section rate was less than 10%. Patience and respect makes all the difference. </p><p>In hospital L&amp;D units, there is something called  follow a labor curve which is based on failed research done in the 1950s, adapted to create a model that defines &#8220;how all labors should go&#8221;.  </p><p>The inherent bias is on &#8216;efficiency&#8217; of the labor, (time+ $$$ = ?) but it increases the use of interventions when providers believe all mothers and babies should behave like this. I have always thought this is an illusion -a rationale that we should all be the same, because we have the same parts. Its reductionist thinking, that ignores individual differences or variables like spirituality, fear and anxiety, fatigue, cultural beliefs and practices and seeks to correct the labor that is &#8220;falling off the curve&#8221; with interventions like Pitocin to speed it up.</p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p>Hospital birth in the US currently carries C-section rates of between 25-30%. We have a system of OB-Gyn that depersonalizes and reduces the mother to a vessel, carrying a baby. It treats the baby as an experiment, controlling as much as science can for every potential variable during pregnancy. Then divorces itself of responsibility for the outcome, insuring itself to the hilt against its own potential for errors in judgment or interventions. Our humanity is diminished, when the mother is seen as a threat to her fetus if she asks questions that threaten the &#8216;king or his court&#8217;. She will become a liability risk and the system will double down on her, insisting that she and/or her baby could die if she doesn&#8217;t do what she&#8217;s told.</p><p>The problem with this tactic is there is already a well documented 1% risk of full term babies dying before or during birth. That&#8217;s a 1/100 risk of stillbirth for no known reason. That happens. And its devastating. But 99% of babies do not die at term. And so, because of the 1% we cannot control, we have a system that is harming women and babies, and blaming the mother. I&#8217;m calling that as I see it.</p><p>A C-section is major abdominal surgery. It is not harmless. .In any surgery there is increased risk of bleeding/hemorrhage, infection and Death. The C-section rate is an ongoing problem in obstetrics, and without serious health care reforms, it will continue to be a risk of childbearing in this system.</p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p>The temptation to break and enter is overwhelming in medicine. OB-Gyns are trained as surgeons. Surgeons must do surgery regularly to maintain their skills. Does that mean that all surgeries should be suspected as unnecessary or rushed into? Not all, but most certainly some. We can apply this same mindset to menopause symptoms. Hysterectomy was formerly the most common surgical procedure performed on women. It is now second only to c-section.</p><p><strong>What does this tell us? And how do we NOT question it?</strong></p><p>This is how harm becomes normalized. This is how the healing is withheld from us, the power is taken. We begin to second guess ourselves. And eventually the stories become, not about how transformative and powerful we are, but how &#8220;this is what I had to do to survive&#8221;.</p><p>When I was a labor and delivery nurse, in the 1990&#8217;s, I taught childbirth education classes to couples who were birthing at our hospital. Much of what we were asked to teach was &#8220;what happens to you in labor at our hospital&#8221;. I found International Childbirth Education Association to be offering broader information about childbirth options. I believe that journey started me on the path to midwifery.</p><p>I began teaching women to talk to their doctors at prenatal visits. Ask questions like &#8220;is the baby head down? Which way is the baby facing?&#8221; To answer these questions, the doctor had to touch the patient, a hand-skill called a Leopold&#8217;s maneuver could determine the answer. And every L&amp;D nurse learned Leopold&#8217;s back then. Its simple.</p><p>Still I had patients come back to me and say things like &#8220;My doctor said it didn&#8217;t matter and he wouldn&#8217;t do it. It&#8217;s a waste of time.&#8221; Excuse me? But it matters to you and your baby. There are things you could do to optimally position your baby. Back then there were still MD&#8217;s in private practices, working for themselves. Patients could fire their doctor and go to someone else. Nowadays, corporations own hospital systems. Doctors join large practices owned by the hospital. The system has productivity quotas that MDs must meet. And the system is focused on profit. These systems have made it harder to get the care you want.</p><p>Is the system putting profits over patients? Yes.</p><p>There are so many reasons why our healthcare system has evolved the way it has, but at the root is patriarchy. And when that is the lens through which we view the wound, we can never receive the healing. Too busy protecting and serving the wound.</p><p>But now, as systems of patriarchy reveal to us what needed to be seen, what will we do? The Mothers, and the Crones, can no longer swallow our rage and be silenced. We have to stand up and speak up to protect our young. And their future.</p><p></p><p><strong>We are no longer asking our Maidens to suffer in silence to preserve a broken system.</strong></p><p>So how does the tale of the Fisher King get resolved?</p><p>In the old story, the land is only restored when someone finally asks the question:</p><p><em>What ails you?</em></p><p>Not to accuse.<br>Not to destroy.</p><p>Because we need to <em>see clearly what has been denied.</em></p><p>Something of great value has been lost. But not forgotten.</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,w_848,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,w_1272,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,w_1456,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png 1456w" sizes="100vw"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png" width="1402" height="1122" data-attrs="{&quot;src&quot;:&quot;https://substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com/public/images/11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png&quot;,&quot;srcNoWatermark&quot;:null,&quot;fullscreen&quot;:null,&quot;imageSize&quot;:null,&quot;height&quot;:1122,&quot;width&quot;:1402,&quot;resizeWidth&quot;:null,&quot;bytes&quot;:2489680,&quot;alt&quot;:null,&quot;title&quot;:null,&quot;type&quot;:&quot;image/png&quot;,&quot;href&quot;:null,&quot;belowTheFold&quot;:true,&quot;topImage&quot;:false,&quot;internalRedirect&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/i/196645594?img=https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png&quot;,&quot;isProcessing&quot;:false,&quot;align&quot;:null,&quot;offset&quot;:false}" class="sizing-normal" alt="" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,w_424,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,w_848,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,w_1272,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zIDt!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F11c1227f-450c-4793-b976-bdbb91b4604f_1402x1122.png 1456w" sizes="100vw" loading="lazy"></picture><div class="image-link-expand"><div class="pencraft pc-display-flex pc-gap-8 pc-reset"><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container restack-image"><svg role="img" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 20 20" fill="none" stroke-width="1.5" stroke="var(--color-fg-primary)" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><g><title></title><path d="M2.53001 7.81595C3.49179 4.73911 6.43281 2.5 9.91173 2.5C13.1684 2.5 15.9537 4.46214 17.0852 7.23684L17.6179 8.67647M17.6179 8.67647L18.5002 4.26471M17.6179 8.67647L13.6473 6.91176M17.4995 12.1841C16.5378 15.2609 13.5967 17.5 10.1178 17.5C6.86118 17.5 4.07589 15.5379 2.94432 12.7632L2.41165 11.3235M2.41165 11.3235L1.5293 15.7353M2.41165 11.3235L6.38224 13.0882"></path></g></svg></button><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container view-image"><svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" stroke="currentColor" stroke-width="2" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a></figure></div><p>Our lives are marked by profound rites of passage&#8212;experiences that present uniquely to those born with a womb. We know there is a place in the body where emotion gathers, where instinct lives, where something in us tightens or softens before the mind can explain it. A place that holds love, desire, fear, and knowing all at once.</p><p>This remarkable organ, the womb, sits at the center of gravity in the female body and is capable of extraordinary transformation. It is the site of both great joy and deep suffering, holding within it some of the most powerful and alchemical experiences of a woman&#8217;s lifetime.</p><p>And yet, the sacredness of these experiences has been diminished. In a world that reduces the female body to function and pathology, the deeper meanings&#8212;the emotional, spiritual, and symbolic dimensions&#8212;have been obscured. What was once honored through ritual and connection to the natural world is now frequently managed, minimized, monetized or misunderstood.</p><p>When we are deprived of the endorphin-drenched moment of the birth &#8211; the &#8220;I did it!&#8221; moment &#8211; that comes after the natural birth, it&#8217;s a bit like running a marathon, but crossing the finish line in a car instead of on foot.</p><p>So let me ask, clearly and without apology:</p><p><strong>What ails us? And why didn&#8217;t we ask sooner?</strong></p><p><strong>We are not just the ones asking the question now&#8212;we are the ones, who remember what it cost not to.</strong></p><p><strong>We must refuse to sacrifice another generation to it.</strong></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us/comments&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Leave a comment&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us/comments"><span>Leave a comment</span></a></p><div class="directMessage button" data-attrs="{&quot;userId&quot;:74631932,&quot;userName&quot;:&quot;Allison Koch #1&quot;,&quot;canDm&quot;:null,&quot;dmUpgradeOptions&quot;:null,&quot;isEditorNode&quot;:true}" data-component-name="DirectMessageToDOM"></div><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/what-ails-us?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why Doesn't Anyone Talk About This?]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Wise Voice on Menopause &#8212; I&#8217;m So Glad to Share This: A guest essay from a clinician I trust deeply&#8212;clear, grounded, and timely.]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-f80</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-f80</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2026 17:15:57 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1><strong>Why Doesn&#8217;t Anyone Talk About This? &#8212; The Change</strong></h1><p><em>A guest essay by Jill Earl</em></p><p><em>A wise and grounded look at menopause </em></p><p>As I am still traveling&#8212;and actually on a writer&#8217;s retreat this week&#8212;my wonderful colleague (and dare I say, <em>friend</em>), the always wise, witty, and brilliant clinician Jill Earl, agreed to share an essay about menopause with us.  </p><p>I will return next week. There. You are forewarned.</p><p>I&#8217;ve known Jill Earl for almost 40 years. I can say with assurance that <em>she knows whereof she speaks</em>&#8212;and she&#8217;s been doing this work for over 30 years. (I still ask her to explain complex medical things to <em>me</em>.)</p><p>Jill is a Certified Nurse Midwife and Family Nurse Practitioner. She is also trained in clinical homeopathy and medical herbalism.</p><p>Jill&#8217;s area of specialization&#8212;and first love&#8212;is holistic women&#8217;s health. She is currently working in a family integrative medical practice, where she offers her unique skill set to women of all ages. She consults on and treats a wide range of women&#8217;s health concerns, including hormonal therapies when appropriate.</p><p>She collaborates with a family physician in a holistic wellness model that incorporates integrative, nutritional, herbal, and homeopathic therapies into treatment plans.</p><p>Jill is available for private Zoom consultations at <strong>jvkearl@gmail.com</strong>.</p><p><strong>I&#8217;m deeply honored to bring her wise voice to this space&#8212;and into our ongoing conversation.</strong></p><div><hr></div><div><hr></div><p></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p><br><strong>The Change: Understanding Menopause </strong><br><em>By Jill Earl, CNM, CRNP</em></p><div><hr></div><h3><strong>What Is &#8220;The Change&#8221;</strong></h3><p>The change, or menopause, refers to the time when the female body changes through a cascade of reorganizing hormones and pro-hormones to end her reproductive abilities.</p><p>In other words, for the second time in your life (remember adolescence?), your hormones hijack your life and cause changes in your body, attitudes, sleep patterns, and perceptions.</p><p>To add to the confusion, it must be said that this change is a deeply individual experience. No woman necessarily has the same experience as the next. While statistically an African American woman is said to have more hot flashes and for a longer time than a Caucasian woman, that might not be the experience in life. Some women have no symptoms at all. Really. Some can barely cope with a tidal wave of issues. It is the wise woman who faces all this with the self-awareness it requires to decide how, and how much, to ameliorate symptoms or roll with the new you.</p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><div><hr></div><h3>Hormone shifts</h3><p>It is natural to think of hormones first, since this looks like a primarily hormonal freak-out. It is not really chaos, but an amazing symphony of adjustments across multisystems that will eventually, over time, affect most of the ten thousand biochemical reactions in every cell of your body. Not for better, not for worse. Just different.</p><p>While the big news about estrogen in the pharmaceutical world is the lifting of the black box warning, which scared every healthcare provider and most women in America, it should be remembered that those relatively small molecules pack a lot of power. They can pass right through the cell membrane and head straight for the nucleus. That&#8217;s where all the big decisions are made.</p><p>That means that estrogen, and indeed all hormones, should be taken with understanding of what you want to achieve and respect for the potential to take you in a totally different direction. Stay away from synthetic estrogens and progesterone and stick with the bioidentical type. The medical community tends to close ranks over this, saying that there is limited data, etc., etc.</p><p>If you look at patient experience, say for progesterone vs. progestins, it comes into focus more easily. There are so many toxic side effects for progestins, including weight gain, depression, and bone erosion, that it would take pages to list them all. Bioidentical progesterone has maybe four, counting allergic reaction: drowsiness, mild nausea, tender breasts. Taking it at night, after a meal, or occasionally taking Evening Primrose oil for breast pain makes these go away.</p><p>As far as estrogen goes, it seems likely that a molecule made in the model of the human form would be less likely to wreak havoc than a horse molecule. Bioidentical estrogen will help with night sweats and hot flashes if this is a disruptor of your chi.</p><div><hr></div><h2>Sleep changes</h2><p>Sleep changes are a frequent troublemaker. Trouble falling asleep, frequent waking at night, and not feeling rested on waking can contribute to mood swings and a short temper.</p><p>During the change, estrogen and progesterone levels drop sharply, and melatonin (the hormone that regulates sleep-wake cycles) levels also decline, though more gradually. Estrogen plays a role in regulating sleep and REM sleep, and its reduction can lead to fragmented sleep, difficulty falling asleep, and reduced restorative rest.</p><p>Melatonin&#8217;s own production is also suppressed by age-related changes in the pineal gland and by altered light&#8211;dark signaling. Vitamin B12, also known as cobalamin, is essential for the synthesis of neurotransmitters like serotonin, which is a precursor to melatonin.</p><p>Also, melatonin and cortisol, the stress hormone, maintain a cooperation of sorts. Research suggests that melatonin does not function as a direct cortisol blocker but rather exerts its influence primarily through its role as a circadian stabilizer. By signaling darkness and initiating the sleep-wake cycle, supplemental melatonin helps reinforce the natural timing of the body&#8217;s internal clock.</p><p>This stabilization effect indirectly contributes to lower evening and nighttime cortisol levels, especially in individuals whose circadian rhythms are out of sync. Beyond the indirect effect of improved sleep, some evidence suggests a more direct interaction between the two hormones. Melatonin receptors (MT1) have been found on the human adrenal gland, which is the site of cortisol production. This suggests that melatonin may have a direct, suppressive action on the adrenal gland&#8217;s ability to produce cortisol.</p><p>So, melatonin is usually recommended to help maintain the sleep cycle, as well as B12 and vitamin D3.</p><div><hr></div><h2>Vitamin D3</h2><p>Vitamin D3 is a supplement that everyone should be taking, especially if you live in North America. It is often referred to as &#8220;the sunshine vitamin&#8221; because of the body&#8217;s ability to manufacture it from sun exposure to our skin. However, the rays of sunlight are not direct enough to stimulate production to keep deficiency at bay.</p><p>As an aside, it is interesting to think that melatonin is triggered by dark, and vitamin D is triggered by light. While these two have no direct interaction, there is evidence that deficiencies in Vitamin D can disrupt melatonin production, potentially affecting sleep patterns. Conversely, low melatonin levels may impair Vitamin D metabolism, which can harm bone health.</p><p>Why should everyone take this? Vitamin D is needed in every system of the body. It supports bone health, immune function, muscle strength and function, cell growth and regulation, and it reduces inflammation. It is known to support mental health and can be instrumental in relieving Seasonal Affective Disorder.</p><p>It is difficult to overstate the need for this vitamin. It is a fat-soluble vitamin, meaning it can build up in your system more easily than, say, the B vitamins, but your dose would have to be fifty thousand international units daily to achieve toxicity. Five to ten thousand units daily should do it. Even if you are working outside in a small bikini, you are not getting enough sun exposure to defeat deficiency. However, you may become the talk of your neighborhood.</p><div><hr></div><p></p><h2>Weight gain </h2><p>Please keep in mind that every one of these concerns and symptoms could fill a book on their own. Indeed, many have several books and medical infomercials about how to control or even end them, and none more than the next concern.</p><p>Weight loss, or rather gain, is a primary concern for women in our culture. The foundations of this phobia are found deep in our Greco-Roman mists of history and won&#8217;t be discussed here.</p><p>A big piece of the puzzle is your own attitude about your body. Are you ready to accept that your body will not be the same after this? Adjusting to, or even embracing, the new you is a healthy way to grow.</p><p>The idea that is more constructive is: how do you feel? Are you sluggish, full of pain, brain fog, and fatigue? Then your diet needs an overhaul.</p><p>Look at your midsection. If your waist measurement is high, and your blood pressure is high, look to reduce your intake of sugar, not salt. If your waist is low and your blood pressure is high, look to salt or stress as the trigger.</p><h2>Nutrition</h2><p>Any diet you choose must be as organic as possible and avoid highly processed foods at all costs. The increase in your grocery bill will eventually be offset by the money you don&#8217;t spend on medical treatments.</p><p>The popular and even medical opinion about certain foods swings wildly, based on very little understanding. Sugar, salt, fats, and even wheat and dairy are not, in themselves, agents of the devil. The true issue is what we humans do to these foods and how small changes in product manipulation turn into big problems for your body over time.</p><p>Manufacturing can turn seed sludge into cooking oils, pesticide-treated grains into cancer, and hormone-treated milk and meat into metabolic disease. The very occasional consumption of sugar in its many forms is not a one-way ticket to the ER. However, the insidious addition of refined sugar to processed foods leads to food addiction. It is added to organic and non-organic foods, especially to low-fat items as a flavor enhancer.</p><p>It fuels cortisol dysregulation and leads to insulin resistance. Adherence to an eating plan that addresses this issue is your lifeline.</p><p>Mediterranean, keto, blood type, paleo, vegan, low carb, low fat, low sodium are all possible choices, influenced by your cultural or religious preferences and body type. The focus should be organic (know your sources), fresh, local, simple, and food you can be assured has avoided most of the adulterations in our food industry.</p><p>You won&#8217;t escape it all. Due to the ubiquitous use of pesticides and herbicides, hormone-disrupting metabolites are so endemic that xenoestrogens are found under the polar caps. So, any reduction in your exposure will help your body clear the pathogens and disruptors and restore balance. Once in balance, your weight will settle where it is best for you.</p><div><hr></div><h2>Mood and Histamine</h2><p>I can&#8217;t end this discussion without mentioning a very interesting development concerning the treatment of mood swings.</p><p>Many women who have PMS or PMDD are taking an Allegra tablet (H1 antagonist) and Pepcid ( H2 antagonist) at the same time and finding total relief of their symptoms. There is no research to back this up. But doesn&#8217;t it make you wonder if the hormonal changes in perimenopause and menopause are triggering the immune system to overreact?</p><p><strong>That two antihistamines</strong> can end an emotional and physical cascade of symptoms begs further study.</p><p>As excessive inflammation, oxidative stress, and mitochondrial dysfunction increase due to hormonal changes and poor nutrition, a chronic condition involving the excessive or dysregulated release of mast cell mediators (known as mast cell activation)&#8212;histamine, tryptase, prostaglandins, leukotrienes, and others&#8212;that affects multiple systems in the body takes shape.</p><p>Symptoms such as flushing, itching, brain fog, fatigue, and gastrointestinal distress can indicate underlying mast cell dysregulation. Perhaps we can add emotional instability and even hot flashes.</p><p>There is so much more to understand.</p><div><hr></div><h2>One third of your life</h2><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-f80/comments&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Leave a comment&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-f80/comments"><span>Leave a comment</span></a></p><p>It has been pointed out that a woman will spend one third of her life in menopause. The physical and mental symptoms of this biochemical alteration, from the inside out, do not have to be seen as fearsome or suffering.</p><p>There are natural and pharmaceutical, nutritional and nutraceutical therapies to engage. It is a time when the declining estrogen levels in your blood are complemented by rising follicle-stimulating hormone (FSH) levels, making you more intuitive and creative while releasing you from procreative concerns.</p><p>Relearn how to love and respect your wondrous body, embrace change, share insights with your friends and loved ones, and celebrate the new you.</p><p>***********************************************************************************</p><p><strong>If something in this piece stirred a question or recognition for you, I invite you to share it in the comments. Jill has graciously offered her wisdom here, and we may be able to gather some of your questions into a continued conversation.</strong></p><h3><strong>Resources for Deeper Support</strong></h3><p>Jill Earl &#8212; Private Zoom consultations<br>Please email : <strong>jvkearl@gmail.com</strong></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-f80/comments&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Leave a comment&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-f80/comments"><span>Leave a comment</span></a></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Grace of Second Chances]]></title><description><![CDATA[Chapter 3]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/the-grace-of-second-chances-bbc</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/the-grace-of-second-chances-bbc</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 15:11:39 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was announced at Thanksgiving in 1962 that a new baby was coming around Valentine&#8217;s Day and that was it. No fanfare. Nobody seemed very interested, except me.</p><p>On the farm we were always exposed to something giving birth. Baby lambs, baby rabbits, kittens, puppies. Baby animals were always around. We all just took another birth in stride, as well.</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading Why Doesn't Anyone Talk About This?! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div><p>I was ten and the youngest of six, when Mara was born. When I was much older, Mother would reveal to me that she had just turned 45 and suspected that her symptoms meant she was going into menopause. The last thing she was thinking about was another baby. The farm was already such a full and busy life.</p><p>My sisters and brothers and I were busy with our own lives -- school, church, farm chores, friends--my older siblings were even starting to date. Our brother, Hugh, was seemingly always getting into some kind of trouble- we all were focused on our own interests.</p><p>But as the baby of the family, I was thrilled to relinquish that designation! To be the baby sister no more!</p><p>I wanted to know where the baby would sleep and in late January, snow up to the windowsills, Dad carried down a crib from the attic and assembled it in a corner of my bedroom. My sister, Bridget, 12 years old, moved in with the older girls, dormitory style. Catherine, (named after Aunt Katherine), the oldest, had been accepted to college in Bennington, and she would be moving out within the year. Jane, 16, and boy-crazy, would be the next to leave the farm.</p><p>After Thanksgiving, we&#8217;d moved quickly into Christmas and winter on the farm, with its own particular rhythm. Animals spent more time in the barn, out of the weather, which meant more feeding, sweeping, mucking out.</p><p>Gran moved into town and stayed with us after Christmas, that year, helping in the kitchen, knitting, washing baby clothes, getting ready as we waited. Daddy was always worried about her anyway, living out in the woods by herself in winter, afraid she&#8217;d freeze to death. He&#8217;d put in a furnace and electricity for her right before I was born. Often, she&#8217;d fuss about coming to stay with us every winter, but not that year.</p><p>That was the year she taught me to knit. I had learned at 7 how to card the washed wool --when my hands were finally big enough and I could sit still long enough-- and so it could be spun and dyed by my older sisters. In those days it passed through all our hands&#8212;washed, carded, spun, dyed&#8212;before it ever became something you could wear.</p><p>And then, before dawn on Groundhog&#8217;s Day, 1963, I woke to Mother and Daddy going into town, telling us, the baby was on its way.</p><p>I waited all day for news from Daddy. We all stayed home from school to help with chores. I tried to knit with Gran, but I was too restless waiting for the news. Would it be a boy or a girl? I had prayed for a baby sister. I&#8217;d carefully folded the little pink and white baby things that Gran had taken from the attic and washed to have them ready.</p><p>Then, when I saw the little blue and yellow baby things, so tiny and sweet, I thought, maybe I could love a baby brother just as much. Maybe.</p><p>When he finally returned home, close to suppertime, Daddy announced, looking straight at me with a little smile, that it was another girl. She was to be called Mara after his great-grandmother Maureen. Bouncing on the balls of my feet, trying to rein in my excitement, I ran and hugged Daddy before he could even get his boots off. Silently thanking God, Jesus, and all the angels who&#8217;d answered my prayers, I raced immediately to my room to put the pink baby things into the crib!</p><p>Every day for a full week, I had to endure the torture of waiting for their release from the hospital. I had school to pass the days, but my mind was so filled with thoughts of my baby sister, that I don&#8217;t think I learned anything that week. Exactly one week after Groundhog Day, Daddy asked: &#8220;Do you want to come with me to bring your mother and the baby home?&#8221; Bridget and I were eating fried egg sandwiches, at the time. I&#8217;d eaten about half of mine, at that point, but I fed the rest to the dog and raced upstairs to get properly dressed for this special occasion!</p><p>At the hospital, I remember waiting in the lobby for a bit. The scene is so clear in my memory, even now after all these years. Daddy warned me that a nurse would bring Mother, in a wheelchair, so I shouldn&#8217;t be worried when I saw it. That&#8217;s just how they did things. The hospital smells were odd to my nose - disinfectant and floor wax, as I recall. The floors were white linoleum, gleaming with polished wax, and I watched as the muddy puddles of winter in Vermont were quickly wiped up by the stooped, older man in janitor&#8217;s uniform coveralls. I remember sunlight streaming through the big front windows of the old building warming the waiting room where we sat. I remember wearing a hand-me-down green jumper and white blouse that had been Jane&#8217;s best outfit, and those thick white tights that were so warm. On my feet, the mark of a farmer&#8217;s child, red rubber barn boots, handed down, broken in by other feet, and a little small, truthfully.</p><p>Then the squeaking of shoes on a polished floor, followed by a baby&#8217;s sudden cry and the soft hum of wheelchair wheels rolling down the hallway. My excitement as I looked up to see the nurse, dressed in starched white, wheeling our Mother, in the chair. Mother was dressed and even had her good coat on, looking much the same as the last time I saw her a week ago, when she left for the hospital with Daddy.</p><p>But in her lap, all wrapped in soft pink, knitted blankets, she held a tiny, precious creature whose wails brought smiles to the faces of everyone in that lobby. Even the janitor stopped mopping to admire her, leaning on his mop handle and smiling with the biggest, whitest teeth I&#8217;d ever seen.</p><p>From that first moment, I was smitten, and I claimed her as mine, just as she claimed my fingers in her tiny pink hand. I was now the big sister, and Mara became mine to protect and provide for, always. Like a real-life doll that I could feed, change, and rock to sleep.</p><p>She smiled at me first. She called me &#8216;Ma&#8217;, and eventually a baby-talk form of Margaret came out &#8216;Magget&#8217; and entertained my older siblings no end. &#8220;And who am I? &#8220; Hugh would say to little Mara.</p><p>&#8220;Hoo!&#8221; she would reply, pleased to get it right.</p><p>&#8220;And who is this?&#8221; He&#8217;d point to our dog,</p><p>&#8220;Ruff!&#8221; she would chirp, clapping her pudgy little hands.</p><p>&#8220;And who is that?&#8221; he&#8217;d point to me,&#8221; Magget!&#8221; and she&#8217;d grin and giggle while Hugh would collapse in hilarity.</p><p>I taught her to walk, to run, to read, to draw. She was my little shadow and brought me my greatest joys. She worshipped me, and I adored her.</p><p>Those early years blur together now&#8212;days filled with small hands reaching for mine, chasing each other through meadows and cornfields thick with bees and butterflies. Doing lessons and playing games at the old oak table in the kitchen, and the steady rhythm of sisters, friends, growing up side by side in the years before life got more serious for us.</p><p>The great outdoors was a magical place. The farm was our kingdom to command. Mara looked like me but with dark hair, so I would play the Queen or the Mother, and she would be my child. Sometimes, a princess, but always with magic powers.  Once my chores were done, we could wander down to the big tree overlooking the brook, where we&#8217;d invent stories of our magical realm.  I was entertaining Mara, so I got to play and pretend nearly every day. I believe it kept my creative spark alive as I grew.</p><p>By the time I turned sixteen and Mara turned six, it had long since been understood&#8212;by both of us&#8212;that we belonged to each other.</p><p>&#8220;Margaret?&#8221; she said, while we sat on the back step, shucking corn for supper one August afternoon. &#8220;Will we always be together? Will you go away someday to college or to get married like Catherine and Jane and Davey?&#8221;</p><p>She paused to look up at me with those gray-blue eyes, so like my own. I hesitated briefly, looking down as I picked strands of corn silk from an ear of corn, before meeting her eyes and answering her question.</p><p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know, Mara. I haven&#8217;t really thought about it,&#8221; I lied. I had thought about it. A lot. I wanted to be a writer or a teacher, but there was a lot to do to run this farm, and who would help our parents? Shouldn&#8217;t one of us stay behind to help?</p><p>Mara was still so little.</p><p>And in her question was the promise that would shape both our lives&#8212;and the cost of it, though we didn&#8217;t yet know it.</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading Why Doesn't Anyone Talk About This?! 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Confused and frightened, she had stopped taking her HRT. Cancer, blood clots, strokes. Death. She trusted that her doctor wouldn&#8217;t prescribe her something so dangerous. She felt betrayed and abandoned.</p><p>Her friends were all asking the same questions. Everyone was scrambling for alternatives.</p><p>Anxious, weepy, depressed, fatigued. Awake at 3 AM, night after night. It was all too much. It was starting to affect her work. She felt desperate. Could I help?</p><p>The medical community was in a quandary, too. Medical experts were clearly divided. The largest ever study of HRT had revealed some frightening complications. NIH stopped it early, uncertain what went wrong &#8211;but the data showed women were dying. And it was connected to their HRT. It would take years to sort out all the implications.</p><p>Patricia, I&#8217;ll call her, had fibroids in her late thirties. These are non-cancerous tumors of the uterus, but they can wreak havoc with heavy bleeding, exhaustion, a body that felt increasingly ungovernable.</p><p>At 40, she&#8217;d had a hysterectomy. Problem solved, her doctor said. And in one sense, it was.</p><p>But the body keeps its own calendar.</p><p>At 45, she started having insomnia, hot flashes, and night sweats. She was prescribed Premarin. The hot flashes and night sweats improved. The insomnia got better when she started taking an antihistamine at bedtime.</p><p>Approaching 50, it had been a decade since her surgery. Having stopped her HRT, she was exhausted by her disruptive symptoms.</p><p>Hot flashes and night sweats were back.</p><p>Sometimes she had to function for days on two or three hours of sleep. She was angry and crying over things that didn&#8217;t warrant tears and not crying over things that did.</p><p>She felt, she told me quietly, like she was losing her mind. Her doctor had listened for maybe ten minutes and written her a prescription for an antidepressant. <em>You&#8217;re depressed</em>, he said. <em>This will help.</em></p><p>She wasn&#8217;t sure she was depressed. She was sure she was lost and overwhelmed.</p><p>So, she came looking for another approach.</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,w_848,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,w_1272,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,w_1456,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp 1456w" sizes="100vw"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp" width="1024" height="1024" data-attrs="{&quot;src&quot;:&quot;https://substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com/public/images/bdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp&quot;,&quot;srcNoWatermark&quot;:null,&quot;fullscreen&quot;:null,&quot;imageSize&quot;:null,&quot;height&quot;:1024,&quot;width&quot;:1024,&quot;resizeWidth&quot;:null,&quot;bytes&quot;:289098,&quot;alt&quot;:null,&quot;title&quot;:null,&quot;type&quot;:&quot;image/webp&quot;,&quot;href&quot;:null,&quot;belowTheFold&quot;:true,&quot;topImage&quot;:false,&quot;internalRedirect&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/i/194246252?img=https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp&quot;,&quot;isProcessing&quot;:false,&quot;align&quot;:null,&quot;offset&quot;:false}" class="sizing-normal" alt="" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,w_424,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,w_848,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,w_1272,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!mTjs!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbdc9a3aa-5372-4ec4-b9a5-5b90a9c861ef_1024x1024.webp 1456w" sizes="100vw" loading="lazy"></picture><div class="image-link-expand"><div class="pencraft pc-display-flex pc-gap-8 pc-reset"><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container restack-image"><svg role="img" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 20 20" fill="none" stroke-width="1.5" stroke="var(--color-fg-primary)" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><g><title></title><path d="M2.53001 7.81595C3.49179 4.73911 6.43281 2.5 9.91173 2.5C13.1684 2.5 15.9537 4.46214 17.0852 7.23684L17.6179 8.67647M17.6179 8.67647L18.5002 4.26471M17.6179 8.67647L13.6473 6.91176M17.4995 12.1841C16.5378 15.2609 13.5967 17.5 10.1178 17.5C6.86118 17.5 4.07589 15.5379 2.94432 12.7632L2.41165 11.3235M2.41165 11.3235L1.5293 15.7353M2.41165 11.3235L6.38224 13.0882"></path></g></svg></button><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container view-image"><svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" stroke="currentColor" stroke-width="2" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a></figure></div><p>art by Dall-E</p><p>We talked about surgical menopause. The Women&#8217;s Health Initiative study &#8211; what we knew and what we didn&#8217;t know &#8211; was important to confront. And we talked about aging and cultural models. We spent about 90 minutes getting to know each other. I took a ton of notes.</p><p>Second-generation Chinese, she was raised in a suburban household where her parents, born in Shanghai, were determined to become fully American. They had left everything behind when they crossed the ocean. The language. The food. The medicine. The traditions that had carried women through exactly this moment for thousands of years.</p><p>All of it traded for the Standard American Diet and firm beliefs that becoming Americanized had better answers for them and their children than their ancestors did.</p><p>I wondered whether she&#8217;d tried anything &#8220;alternative&#8221; yet, but she responded that she didn&#8217;t know where to start. I asked about getting her more in touch with her heritage. She seemed to know nothing about it. I told her I didn&#8217;t have all the answers, but I did know that Traditional Chinese Medicine had a 5000-year history. A system doesn&#8217;t survive that long if it isn&#8217;t useful. There could be something there for her.</p><p>I had some ideas about herbs that she could try. And other sources to consult on her behalf.</p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-a14?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-a14?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p>I believe that humility is essential when you seek to help someone else heal.</p><p>You often can&#8217;t know how or from where the answers will come. Respect for the wound and its wisdom is paramount.</p><p>And some wounds can be generational.</p><p>I knew a little about TCM, but I knew enough to sense she could benefit from a connection to her cultural lineage and this ancient healing philosophy.</p><div><hr></div><p>Since then, I&#8217;ve sat with hundreds of women in moments like this one. Different bodies, different histories, different decades. But the same essential disorientation. The same story of having been handed a label &#8212; depressed, anxious, hormonal &#8212; without anyone pausing long enough to explain what was actually happening inside them. Without anyone saying: <em>this makes sense. Your brain is changing. Your chemistry is shifting. You are not broken. You are in a transition that medicine hasn&#8217;t learned isn&#8217;t pathological.</em></p><p><em>In this woman&#8217;s situation, she had also never learned to honor her ancestors.</em></p><p>The longer we talked, the more I learned she knew nothing about traditional Chinese culture. And her parents were determined that their kids would assimilate and become American.</p><p>She grew up eating Wonder bread, Velveeta and Miracle Whip sandwiches. She drank diet sodas all day, instead of water. Supper was often a burger or steak. Her husband cooked for them and they ate a lot of red meat and chicken. No fish - few vegetables.</p><p>She worked full-time as an art teacher and had 30-minute lunch breaks. Her lunches consisted of potato chips, diet soda, and either an apple or an orange.</p><p>She was used to feeling in control of herself and wanted that back.</p><p>We agreed I&#8217;d put together a plan and we&#8217;d meet again in a week. I warned her that it would probably be unlike any plan she&#8217;d seen in a healthcare encounter before.</p><p>She was coming back in a week, she said, with an open mind.</p><p>I had some research to do.</p><p>I&#8217;ve been working with shamanic healing practices for almost thirty years. This is part of what I bring to my healing work.</p><p>Sometimes I use information from a shamanic journey to guide my thought process and bring clarity to a particular situation.</p><p>A shamanic journey is a meditative practice that involves entering non-ordinary reality &#8212;journeying (kind of like crossing the veil, as I think of it) &#8212; with a question to ask your helping spirits for guidance.</p><p>At that time, I&#8217;d been journeying for about three years, and had found the process to be profoundly inspiring and effective. It calmed my mind and helped clarify information that could help my patient.</p><p>I would journal what information I got right after the journey ended. It was often intuitive and dreamlike.</p><p>In this journey, the helping spirit was a very large tiger. He asked me to merge with him to better understand my patient. When you merge with a helping spirit, you experience the journey through their eyes, moving with their body. While still maintaining your own awareness. The tiger felt incredibly powerful and instinctive as we moved through a dark jungle landscape. He told me that he could not be other than he was - a product of his nature and his lineage, and that humans often lose touch with their own true nature.</p><p>Many don&#8217;t understand what they inherit from their lineage. I was thinking in terms of DNA and genetics, but he was referring to ancestry and tradition</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,w_848,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,w_1272,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,w_1456,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp 1456w" sizes="100vw"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp" width="1024" height="1024" data-attrs="{&quot;src&quot;:&quot;https://substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com/public/images/5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp&quot;,&quot;srcNoWatermark&quot;:null,&quot;fullscreen&quot;:null,&quot;imageSize&quot;:null,&quot;height&quot;:1024,&quot;width&quot;:1024,&quot;resizeWidth&quot;:null,&quot;bytes&quot;:321792,&quot;alt&quot;:null,&quot;title&quot;:null,&quot;type&quot;:&quot;image/webp&quot;,&quot;href&quot;:null,&quot;belowTheFold&quot;:true,&quot;topImage&quot;:false,&quot;internalRedirect&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/i/194246252?img=https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp&quot;,&quot;isProcessing&quot;:false,&quot;align&quot;:null,&quot;offset&quot;:false}" class="sizing-normal" alt="" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,w_424,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,w_848,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,w_1272,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!HJmC!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5bd6457b-e9f0-4762-a72f-ce35d36ac755_1024x1024.webp 1456w" sizes="100vw" loading="lazy"></picture><div class="image-link-expand"><div class="pencraft pc-display-flex pc-gap-8 pc-reset"><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container restack-image"><svg role="img" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 20 20" fill="none" stroke-width="1.5" stroke="var(--color-fg-primary)" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><g><title></title><path d="M2.53001 7.81595C3.49179 4.73911 6.43281 2.5 9.91173 2.5C13.1684 2.5 15.9537 4.46214 17.0852 7.23684L17.6179 8.67647M17.6179 8.67647L18.5002 4.26471M17.6179 8.67647L13.6473 6.91176M17.4995 12.1841C16.5378 15.2609 13.5967 17.5 10.1178 17.5C6.86118 17.5 4.07589 15.5379 2.94432 12.7632L2.41165 11.3235M2.41165 11.3235L1.5293 15.7353M2.41165 11.3235L6.38224 13.0882"></path></g></svg></button><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container view-image"><svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" stroke="currentColor" stroke-width="2" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a></figure></div><p>Art by Dall-E.</p><p>Today, we talk about generational traumas. At the time, I wondered what her parents were escaping that made them want to erase their history.</p><p>I knew that my patient knew very little of her ancestry beyond her parents wanting to assimilate. I came out of the journey with a growing curiosity about Chinese culture and Traditional Chinese Medicine.</p><p>I began reading about acupuncture and TCM and found there were approaches that could help her.</p><p>I also consulted with an herbalist friend about where she might find a qualified practitioner.</p><p>At first, Patricia was hesitant. None of it would be covered by insurance.</p><p>But to her credit, she committed to working with a TCM practitioner an hour away for six months.</p><p>We talked about the lifestyle changes. She wasn&#8217;t excited about adding vegetables and fish to her diet but was willing to experiment.</p><p>She was open to walking, and her husband joined her, which made that easier.</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!-NIE!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Ff1966ac0-e019-4010-ab10-ff71b5de0044_1024x1024.webp" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!-NIE!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Ff1966ac0-e019-4010-ab10-ff71b5de0044_1024x1024.webp 424w, 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She began to take motherwort in the morning and felt encouraged to have remedies she could tolerate.</p><p>At the same time, she began exploring her heritage. She spoke with family members about their history. She visited a cousin in San Francisco, who took her to a Chinese pharmacist, where she needed a Mandarin translator to explain what she was seeing.</p><p>She began to study Chinese art.</p><p>Knowing what is happening &#8212; really understanding it &#8212; is itself a form of medicine. It changes everything about how you meet this moment. It helps you feel empowered and engaged in what&#8217;s happening instead of a victim of your symptoms.</p><p>Be open. Be available to wonder. This could be the reframe that makes all of those things meaningful rather than merely pathological.</p><p>My patient left me that day with a referral to an acupuncturist and a TCM practitioner, a list of herbs to explore, some food guidance and a plan, and &#8212; I think this mattered most &#8212; the experience of having been seen as whole.</p><p>I called her six months later to see how she was feeling. She told me she&#8217;d decided not to fill that prescription after all. Not because antidepressants are always wrong &#8212; they aren&#8217;t &#8212; but because what she&#8217;d needed wasn&#8217;t a chemical correction. It was a map.</p><p>The wisdom years are especially rich if we are open to seeking. As a healer and a seeker, I have found real value in not having to have all the answers. It makes me available to <em>wonder</em>.</p><p>If we listen closely, we connect more deeply with another person. We begin a healing relationship that can change us both.</p><p>Seeking becomes an act of hope.</p><p>And the wisdom years become a time of rebirth.</p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p>________________________________________________________________________</p><p><strong>Resources for Deeper Support</strong></p><p>Midwifery and Shamanism both called to me because they expand the possibilities for holistic healing. I have studied with many different teachers to understand how to do this and often combine mainstream care and integrative to create a holistic model that honors the whole woman.</p><p>I have found mentors or teachers on my path whose writing, podcasts or teachings have helped me and might be helpful to you. I share some of them below.</p><div><hr></div><p>The first thing &#8212; and I stress this with every ounce of my wisewoman wisdom - is finding someone who will listen to you for more than seven minutes. Someone who will ask not just <em>what your symptoms</em> are, but <em>what your history is, what your story is, what your body has been through.</em> An integrative physician, a naturopath, a functional medicine practitioner, a midwife, a skilled herbalist. Someone whose paradigm is large enough to hold you whole.</p><p>I hope to introduce teachers like these in this forum. Here are some I&#8217;ve mentioned with links to find them online.</p><p><a href="https://avivaromm.com/">Dr. Aviva Romm</a> &#8212; Yale-trained MD, midwife, and herbalist &#8212; is one of the clearest voices doing this work right now. She names directly what so many women experience: that the crisis in women&#8217;s mental health at midlife is largely a failure of recognition. Women are being handed psychiatric diagnoses and prescriptions by practitioners who don&#8217;t understand that what they are seeing is perimenopause. If you haven&#8217;t found your person yet, her website is a starting place, and her book <em>Hormone Intelligence</em> is a map. She has a podcast too, if that&#8217;s your jam.</p><p>Her roots are similar to mine. Midwifery, plant medicine, activist for women. But she&#8217;s also a Yale-trained Family MD and functional medicine doctor.</p><p><a href="http://www.susunweed.com/">Susan Weed</a>, wisewoman, herbalist practicing for more than 30 years. Her most recent book <br>Abundantly Well: The Complementary Integrated Medical Revolution<br><em><a href="https://www.google.com/search?tbo=p&amp;tbm=bks&amp;q=bibliogroup:%22Wise+Woman+Herbal+Series%22&amp;source=gbs_metadata_r&amp;cad=2">Volume 6 of Wise Woman Herbal Series</a></em>, <a href="https://www.google.com/search?tbo=p&amp;tbm=bks&amp;q=inauthor:%22Susun+S.+Weed%22&amp;source=gbs_metadata_r&amp;cad=2">Susun S. Weed</a> came out in 2021 and is widely available.</p><p><a href="http://www.sandraingerman.com/">Sandra Ingerman</a> shamanic healing practitioner. Teaches, writes and offers classes in shamanism all over the world.</p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-a14?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-a14?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><div><hr></div><p><em>In upcoming posts I plan to go deeper into specific herbal allies for mood and sleep at menopause, the neuroscience of the brain at this transition, and what it means to find the right practitioner for where you are. I may tap a guest teacher or two. If this resonated with someone you love, please share it. <strong>We need to be talking about this &#8212; out loud, together, without shame</strong>.</em></p><div><hr></div><p><strong>More about what happens in your brain at menopause in my next post&#8230;</strong></p><p>Estrogen is a whole-body, whole-brain molecule that your nervous system has been relying on for decades to maintain the very structure of your mental and emotional life. When estrogen begins its irregular, dramatic transformation in perimenopause, the brain doesn&#8217;t just notice. It responds&#8230;</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter Two]]></title><description><![CDATA[Margaret]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/chapter-two</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/chapter-two</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 15:11:41 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Margaret</p><p>1985</p><p>The Farm                                     Chapter Two</p><p>She&#8217;d been so very quiet since returning home. She didn&#8217;t want to talk. She retreated to her room for long periods each day, avoiding us. But then Mother&#8217;s decline was so apparent that Daddy took the bull by the horns. He knocked on Mara&#8217;s door and told her it was his job, as her father, to tell her that it was &#8220;high time to stop mooning over some French fella&#8221; who&#8217;d dumped her. &#8220;And start pitching in around here. Your mother needs your help and so do I.&#8221;</p><p>She had been home two weeks, at that point, and in six weeks, registration for the next term was expected. When I came home that night, she was in the kitchen, making dinner. There was laundry hanging on the line out back. Even the dog was fed! &#8220;Look at you! This looks great! Thanks for doing the laundry, too.&#8221; I hugged her from behind as she stood at the sink peeling potatoes.</p><p>&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry, Margaret. I should&#8217;ve been helping around here more. You&#8217;ve always done so much for me and I&#8217;ve been so out of it since coming home. No more pity-party. Dad was pretty clear that he and mother needed my help. You all sacrificed so I could go to France,&#8221; Scrape, scrape. &#8220;I should be more appreciative. I&#8217;m truly grateful for all of you and what you have given me. And I&#8217;ve made a decision. I&#8217;m dropping Art History and changing my major to something more useful. Nursing.&#8221; She never looked up from her potato peeling task the whole time she made this speech.</p><p>&#8220;What?!&#8221; I said. &#8220;You&#8217;re about to start your junior year! You&#8217;re going to start all over in a new major? What about your art? &#8220; I protested.</p><p>What followed was a long apology about how selfish she&#8217;d been and how that was ending now. She&#8217;d decided to pack up her art supplies for awhile and moved them to the attic. She wanted to be more help on the farm, take Mother to her medical appointments, and reduce her class load to part-time while Mother was dealing with chemo and radiation.</p><p>She looked out the kitchen window, across the yard at the barn, instead of at me. Art history was out, as impractical &#8211; Jo had called to encourage her to consider nursing. &#8220;You can make great money and you&#8217;ll always have a job,&#8221; Jo told her.</p><p>&#8220;It makes sense. I&#8217;ve already done my liberal arts requirements. I need to take a Chemistry course and Microbiology, but I can still finish in two years &#8211; ish. Especially if I do the sciences during the summer session. Next Summer. I&#8217;m meeting with my advisor next week. This feels good to me.&#8221; She looked down at the pile of peels in the sink, then turned on the water, filled the pot and started cutting up the potatoes to cook.</p><p>&#8220;Are you sure you&#8217;re not being too impulsive? Its only been two weeks since you got home&#8230;A lot happened to you while you were away, Mara &#8211;&#8220; I said, fumbling in my pocket for my cigarettes and lighting up.</p><p>Now she paused, dried her hands on Mother&#8217;s old apron that she was wearing, and turned to look at me. &#8220;I just can&#8217;t grieve anymore, Margaret. Daddy&#8217;s got a point. What&#8217;s done is done. And a lot has happened here too, while I was in France, painting and &#8211; y&#8217;know. I have to turn the page, eventually. I&#8217;m needed here. It&#8217;ll be better to be busy and to be helping. Especially if Mother&#8212;well how could I live with myself if I added to their burdens any further&#8230;&#8221;</p><p>I nodded, tears coming to us both at the scary thought Mother could die. I take another drag and squinting through my exhaled smoke, brush my eyes with my free hand to dry them. &#8220;I&#8217;ve promised Dad and I&#8217;m promising you &#8211; its not her time. I don&#8217;t know how I know that. I just know. Let&#8217;s go for a walk after supper, and we can talk some more. I want to change my clothes and check on Mother. Is she upstairs?&#8221;</p><p>Mara nods, &#8220;dinner should be ready in about a half hour. Its meat loaf. Daddy&#8217;s favorite with mashed potatoes and gravy.&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;It smells wonderful, and thanks again for doing all this.&#8221; I wave my arm around the kitchen &#8220;and the laundry too!&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;My pleasure,&#8221; she laughs, and I laugh too. It breaks the serious mood a bit. &#8220;Nice to laugh isn&#8217;t it? I haven&#8217;t found much to laugh about for awhile. Jo told me some funny stories about living in NY &#8211; but go see Mother. We&#8217;ll talk later.&#8221;</p><p>After supper, we walk to our favorite spot and sit under our tree, smoking a joint while she fills me in on Jo&#8217;s life. Mara&#8217;s best friend Jo is a nurse working in New York City. They&#8217;ve been close friends since summer camp, meeting when they were both twelve. Jo brought nursing to life for Mara, helping her see how much creative potential and job security it offered. She&#8217;s been so supportive through this Remy breakup and the aftermath. Now she&#8217;s dragging her back into life, helping her transition into nursing, giving her tips on how to study. It will be good for her to think about her future for a change.</p><p>I tell her so and say, as she passes me back the joint, &#8220;You know, if you ever want to talk about it-&#8220;</p><p>She quickly cut me off, though. &#8220;Nope. I don&#8217;t want to think about it anymore. It&#8217;s past. He never returned any of my calls. Let&#8217;s just close that book. You and Jo are the only ones who know all the gory details so I&#8217;m going to ask that you keep it that way. If I want to talk, I know where to find both of you. But I don&#8217;t think I will. What&#8217;s done is done.&#8221; She brushed her hands together in that universal motion that says <em>DONE</em>.</p><p>We sat in stoned silence for a little while watching the sun set and the bats come out and fly overhead in the early twilight. Then we walked back home, holding hands like we used to do when she was little.</p><p>That night, I lay in bed, remembering:</p><p>Everything that had transpired and now she didn&#8217;t want to talk about it anymore.</p><p>I realized <em>I</em> wasn&#8217;t ready to move on. Not yet. Not the way she seemed to be.</p><p>Maybe she was right to let go. One can only suffer for so long.</p><p>At 30, I felt so much more mature than she, with my college years behind me and a full-time job teaching fourth graders. I had once thought of joining a convent, in my romantic youth, picturing myself devoted to a higher purpose. Thinking I could spin wool and grow herbs to make medicine as Gran had taught me. </p><p>But as Mara and I grew, and I watched the older generation slowing down, getting older, it seemed more sensible to get a teaching degree and stay around the farm to help. My five older siblings had all left, either to marry or pursue their own dreams away from here and it was finally just Mara and me left at home.</p><p>Mara feels guilty. For being gone a whole year, for missing so much at home, and for not wanting her secret known. To these practical people of the land, she&#8217;ll always be the baby of the family - impossibly young and unrealistic. Helping out with Mom&#8217;s needs, as she goes through treatment, and taking over many of her chores--That&#8217;s just part of being a family to them. The baby is still the baby. To them.</p><p>But they don&#8217;t know how much she&#8217;s already carried.</p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Grace of Second Chances ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Chapter One]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/the-grace-of-second-chances</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/the-grace-of-second-chances</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2026 23:21:36 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>2015</p><p>Mara</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div><p>One</p><p>The stillness of winter mornings has a peculiar way of amplifying loss. It is as though the air itself carries the weight of absence; the frost etches the memory of those who have passed upon every surface. This is the setting now&#8212;a landscape that is frozen and unrelenting with hollowness, a still life of my grief. Yesterday, I buried my sister.</p><p>And today, shockingly, the sun came up and altered the frozen landscape till it glistened and sparkled with the diamond-like beauty of winter&#8217;s potential. The sun, with the nerve to offer a new day, a new beginning, a world without my sister&#8217;s presence. A world where I breathe and she does not. Where I must find my own courage and wisdom. Without benefit of hers.</p><p>Yesterday, steeping in the raw wet cold of Vermont in early winter, the funeral air stung as it blew across my mournful heart . As if the Ice Queen of my youthful fairytale imaginings had come to collect us all. Funerals in small towns are so <em>noticed</em>. Everyone knows everyone in a small town. Though that can be a comfort sometimes, it can also be an intrusive reminder of who and what is now missing.</p><p>&#8220;I thought it would be her cancer that would take her from us, &#8220; says my husband, holding me in the circle of his arms, the night she died.</p><p>&#8220;We were preparing for that, ready for that!&#8221; I sobbed. &#8220;We talked about her end of life choices, thinking we still had time- the treatment was working, y&#8217;know? &#8211; we were promised more time. But then - surprise! This new threat, silently attacking her immune system, while we were busy celebrating the possibility of defeating her cancer&#8230; I miss her so much already!&#8221; I wail my heartbreak into his warm chest, my other safe harbor, these past 25 years.</p><p>Who am I if not Margaret&#8217;s little sister anymore? We were inseparable from the time I came on the scene. I see her everywhere in my childhood. So many shared memories, now mine alone. <em>I want</em> <em>to believe you are still here in some form, Margaret.</em> Send me a sign that you are! Like the line, from that book, &#8220;Tuesdays with Morrie&#8221;, &#8220;Death ends a life, but not a relationship.&#8221; <em>We read that book together, remember? And we promised to &#8216;haunt&#8217; each other always, no matter who died first. You were my best friend, my greatest champion &#8211; like a kinder version of our mother, your strength carried the family and kept the farm going.</em></p><p>I&#8217;m beginning to realize now that grief is as much about discovery as it is about loss. In your absence, though its only been four days, I&#8217;ve uncovered parts of you I never truly understood&#8212;the strength of your spirit, yes. The quiet resilience you masked with dry humor, when facing insurmountable odds! And always, the fierce protectiveness hidden behind your gentle smile, your pragmatic approach to life, your readiness to sacrifice, so often, for the rest of us. These facets of you, though absent from this world, I hope will remain etched in me.</p><p>In the end, we made promises to each other, as you shared truths and secrets that you needed to reveal, and now they are for me to carry or keep. To celebrate, to heal, or to put to rest, forever and a day &#8211; as all good fairytale spells are spun and retold &#8211; the stories of women. Our ancestors, our inheritances. Who we are, who circumstances force us to become, how we navigate the differences with as much grit and grace as possible, while protecting what and who we love in the process.</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[WHY DOESN'T ANYONE TALK ABOUT THIS? If I had a dime for every woman who’s asked me that… so let’s talk about it NOW. How Patriarchy harms everyone—humans, and the more-than-human.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Your brain is remodeling at menopause]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-4ca</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-4ca</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2026 20:28:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!CgHG!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fe49b5521-9455-4b2a-a7d9-939b565017bb_1024x1536.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" 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Heartbreaking. And scary to you and yours. Especially in this age of Alzheimer&#8217;s and other dementias that we hear so much about. &#8220;I feel like I don&#8217;t know myself anymore! I&#8217;m so forgetful. I lose familiar words and names often. I walk into a room and can&#8217;t remember what I&#8217;m there for. My mood is awful, too. I&#8217;ve never thought of myself as anxious or depressed, but lately I&#8217;m beginning to wonder&#8230;&#8221;. These are the kinds of worries that would bring women in to see me at perimenopause.</p><p>Maybe your mind feels sluggish and distracted/ foggy. Maybe you aren&#8217;t sleeping as well. So you tell everyone &#8220;I&#8217;m just tired&#8221;, but you worry more and more that you&#8217;re  not as mentally sharp as you used to be? And you need to be high-functioning for your job, your family, all your many responsibilities? Did you start making lists and then forget where you put your list? (Guilty as charged, until I started putting them in my phone, a strategy I use to this day!)</p><p><strong>Take heart, my friends! There is a reason for this particular madness! Let&#8217;s just pause for a message from your sponsoring midwife.</strong></p><p><strong>We all know we need to hydrate better, especially when the body is going through something, so during this pause, go get yourself a drink of water, please. You deserve it. 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What if this isn&#8217;t your brain breaking down? What if this is your brain being renovated? And it&#8217;s a real opportunity for an upgrade</p><p>Science now knows that the neuroendocrine system in women is dominated by the brain- ovary connection established 5-10,000 years ago in order to structure the female for survival of the species. Your ovaries are directing your brain to release the right amounts of hormones, at the right times in your cycles, for optimal ovulation and fertilization to occur- over and over again. That&#8217;s the design.</p><p>Let&#8217;s say you reach fertility at age 15 and you never use any form of birth control to prevent pregnancies over the rest of your fertile life, approximately 30 years. Each pregnancy is about 40 weeks/ 280 days (yes I know that&#8217;s ten months, not 9!) You could, conceivably, (pun intended) have 15 to 20 children in your lifetime!</p><p>Your ovaries are in constant dialogue with your brain. Modern neuroscience research is finding that the body is driving the brain, not the other way around, as we&#8217;ve been taught to think.</p><p>Estrogen crosses the blood- brain barrier, in varying amounts, all through the cycle. It lives in the hippocampus (the memory center), the amygdala (the emotional center), and the prefrontal cortex (decision making, executive functions).</p><p><strong>Remember. The neuroendocrine system, in the female, is driven by the brain-ovaries connection.</strong> Despite evolution, this has not changed. Our brains are bathed in estrogen throughout our lives, even as levels change during different stages of our development. Estrogen, in some form, remains a component of our neuroendocrine system throughout our lives because we are female. The brain produces small amounts all the time. And that will continue, once the ovaries are no longer the major supplier. Despite what you may have heard, you&#8217;re never out of estrogen. Levels change, but it is always there, part of our design.</p><p><strong>Let&#8217;s talk about those amazing brains of ours, shall we?</strong></p><p>The <em>hippocampus</em> is highly estrogen sensitive and it&#8217;s recalibrating at menopause. So notice how that name you couldn&#8217;t remember 5 or 10 minutes ago suddenly pops in?</p><p>The <em>amygdala</em> is responsible for your emotional responses to perceived experiences. When estrogen activity becomes more erratic, your amygdala can make you feel anxious, fearful, edgy. Its likely your body experienced something- like palpitations, for example- also a fairly common occurrence due to hormonal bounces and surges that are erratic. The brain&#8217;s #1job is to keep us alive. It doesn&#8217;t know what just happened to cause the heart rate to jump around, but it sees the experience as possibly a threat, a danger. So it signals you with heightened awareness. You may begin to feel anxious. That anxiety can become a disruptive cycle of fear- anxiety- panic in some women. It can trigger all sorts of traumas from our past.</p><p>Palpitations are common enough, caused by many of the body&#8217;s responses and adaptations. But, I don&#8217;t want to minimize a symptom that could potentially be a signal of something more. So if palpitations happen often, they can signal something else going on. Respect that your brain is getting your attention and get that checked out, please.</p><p>Here&#8217;s the rationale for better hydration at menopause. Coffee and Tea, despite their antioxidant qualities, do tend to be dehydrating. When we get dehydrated, we make all our body systems work harder and we feel tired. Sluggish. Everything slows down, except heart rate, which tries to compensate by speeding up to carry more blood to the vital organs - brain and heart, especially. Dehydration can sometimes be a cause of palpitations, by the way.</p><p>So , friends, this would be a great time to promise yourself to hydrate better. You need 50% of your body weight in ounces every day. If you weigh 150 pounds, that&#8217;s 75 ounces of water/day. A gallon is 128 ounces.</p><p>There&#8217;s some water you can account for in your coffee and tea, but your body will function better if you prioritize hydration at this time in your life. Put a reminder or alarm in your phone. Your hippocampus will thank you!</p><p>Progesterone plays a huge role in sleep and progesterone drops off first, remember, leading to that estrogen - dominance phase. After a while, there&#8217;s just not enough to make the receptors in the brain happy- resulting in sleep interruptions. (Hello 3:36 AM, day after day. I see you!) The brain continues its reorganization 24/7 and sleep can be in short supply, when you have to wake up and go to work every morning.</p><p>I want you to notice and acknowledge that you aren&#8217;t crazy- you&#8217;re renovating. As anyone who&#8217;s ever lived with a renovation project knows- it&#8217;s a very stressful experience. There&#8217;s a certain amount of surrender required to living surrounded by demolition, dust and drills all day. You can feel like you have one nerve left- And everybody&#8217;s getting on it.</p><p>Self-compassion and kindness can go a long way now and a good thing to practice as you rewire. Part of learning to accept our new, rewired brain is teaching it to recognize those ANTs (automatic negative thoughts) that are part of a well-worn pathway we&#8217;ve perhaps been walking down since childhood. They color how we judge ourselves and others. They are often not true and if we listen closely, the voice that&#8217;s speaking them is not even our own. They are likely the tapes from long ago, a parent, a teacher, some well-meaning relative &#8211; someone who perhaps repeated some unkind remark said to them in their childhood. It&#8217;s worth your curiosity at this time of life, if you&#8217;re still carrying these. Is it really true? Or is it just someone else&#8217;s opinion?</p><p>It doesn&#8217;t have to wreck your self-esteem anymore. You&#8217;re not five. You know better now. And you can still love the parent/teacher/relative without loving what they laid on you. If you struggle with this, &#8216;get thee to a good therapist&#8217; is my advice. (Or a transformational coach, who can help you challenge those perceptions, without spending a lot of time reliving past traumas.) Within the counseling experience, there are many different healing, restorative options. Coaching for transformational healing is one of them and can also offer many different techniques. They require investigation and discernment on your part to find the right one for you. They should never be treated as one size fits all.</p><p>Because we&#8217;ve lived within patriarchal systems and culture for 5000 - 10,000 years, we&#8217;ve learned to accept it as &#8220;normal&#8221; and come to believe gender-based roles and culturally driven ideas that support continued Patriarchy. This is quite evident in health care, especially, when we understand that in the US, it had to be <strong>legislated</strong> in the 1990&#8217;s that women be included in drug studies. Nobody had been studying us or what might be different about the female body and brain, yet they were prescribing doses of medications to our brains and bodies, based on research gathered on men.</p><p>It&#8217;s no wonder women would say to me that they felt like guinea pigs when they shared their menopause symptoms with their doctors. They&#8217;d be prescribed anti-anxiety meds or anti-depressants, with the caveat, &#8220;Let&#8217;s try this. If it doesn&#8217;t work, we have other ones we can try.&#8221;</p><p>The field of neuroscience, and scientists like Lisa Moscone, PhD, are studying and imaging our brains. Their work is adding to brain science and understanding of gender differences- and driving new questions and research in the fields of consciousness and quantum reality</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!nQ63!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa4cad7a5-08d5-4823-af80-1bec0f904649_1024x1536.png" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!nQ63!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fa4cad7a5-08d5-4823-af80-1bec0f904649_1024x1536.png 424w, 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Its not yet a standard of care in treating mood disorders, but Dr. Daniel Amen&#8217;s research on over 200,000 SPECT scans shows there are differences in the brains of those who suffer from depression, anxiety, ADHD, and that may help us treat mental illness better on an individual basis. His work is provocative, even though not yet the standard of care. Because it touches something deeper, it challenges the one-size-fits-all diagnosis. It invites us to see the brain - and the person - as unique and dynamic, pushing against impersonal, protocol-driven medicine.</p><p>What researchers like Dr. Mosconi, whose area of research is the female brain, are learning is that our brain changes in the perimenopause and menopause period. She&#8217;s written two books: &#8220;The XX Brain&#8221;and &#8220;The Menopausal Brain&#8221;, based on her research. She wants to understand why women are the largest percentage of Alzheimer&#8217;s diagnoses. Women tend to live longer than men, and we&#8217;re challenged to see how our brain changes may offer insights into why so many of us develop Alzheimer&#8217;s. Its not just a result of aging. If it were, after a certain age, we&#8217;d all go there.</p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-4ca?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-4ca?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p>There are still more questions than answers. For example, what is the role of blood sugar? Insulin changes at menopause as well as glucose tolerance/intolerance. Perhaps you&#8217;ve heard Alzheimer&#8217;s called Type 3 Diabetes. Why? Inflammation? That&#8217;s part of it, but it&#8217;s again, not one-size-fits-all. The answers will be complicated and involve epigenetics, environmental toxins, cultural and socioeconomic factors.</p><p>The missing pieces for me have always been what makes you feel seen as a whole person in your healthcare experience? What gives meaning to your life? <em>That&#8217;s the perspective I have always tried to include in my work as a midwife, as a women&#8217;s health advocate, as a shamanic healer, as an astrologer. Now, as a novelist. Whatever role I&#8217;m playing in the healing process.</em></p><p>Something common to many women at this time in their lives is a deeper connection to their own spirituality. For many of us an increase in our intuition. More creativity bubbling up. A greater sense of the Divine and our soul&#8217;s yearnings. These are the things that enrich our lives as we age. These are the things that build our resilience for the challenges to come.</p><p>What if these brain changes at this time of life are an opportunity to open up to these? A threshold for moving into a new phase of your brain&#8217;s growth? A portal to a higher level of consciousness? And a deep appreciation for the Matriarchal cultures and societies that came before Patriarchy? As well as your own role in a cosmos spilling across Universes yet to be seen, even by the James Webb telescope? Lots to contemplate?</p><p><strong>It&#8217;s renovation, not ruin</strong>.</p><p>How can we best support ourselves, and each other, as we live through this &#8216;makeover&#8217;? I&#8217;m happy to take questions and comments!</p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/?utm_source=substack&amp;utm_medium=email&amp;utm_content=share&amp;action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share Allison Koch #1&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/?utm_source=substack&amp;utm_medium=email&amp;utm_content=share&amp;action=share"><span>Share Allison Koch #1</span></a></p><p></p><p></p><p>I am moving my novel to a separate Section of my Substack! It will make my life (and your reading) easier, I hope. </p><p>My characters in my novel-in-progress, <em>The Grace of Second Chances</em>, are making sense of life&#8217;s challenges too, including menopause. The next chapter is narrated by Margaret ( the sister Mara so recently buried).  We meet her and &#8230;. </p><p></p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[WHY DOESN'T ANYONE TALK ABOUT THIS? If I had a dime for every woman who’s asked me that… so let’s talk about it NOW. How Patriarchy harms everyone—humans, and the more-than-human.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hot Flashes and Night sweats: What the science says, what the traditions know, and what the middle of the night might be trying to tell you]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-35e</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-35e</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2026 18:24:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!SW00!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdffe3333-d473-42db-8419-b66d794daff0_1024x1536.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" 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Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div><p>I get asked about hot flashes more than anything else. They&#8217;re among the most common experiences of the menopausal journey&#8212;affecting as many as 75% of women in the US -- and yet western medicine still doesn&#8217;t fully understand what causes them. There are plenty of theories, but no consensus. No single solution. So, let me share what 40 years of working with women has taught me. A holistic viewpoint that includes the science, the wisdom of traditional healing cultures and practices, and a reframe that I believe changes the experience of transition to one of rebirth.</p><p><strong>First, the reframe</strong></p><p>Fire is cleansing. Fever is cleansing. And I believe hot flashes are very likely a form of this detoxification.</p><p>Think about what happens after a forest fire&#8212;the new growth that emerges, is nourished by what remains from the destruction. Nature shows us how to become more resilient than what came before, just as she renews herself each season. Or consider a fever &#8212;actively killing pathogens in the body.  We know it is not a malfunction. It is a mechanism. The joke about hot flashes as power surges seems appropriate here.</p><p>Hot flashes, I believe, work on a similar principle. The response to an excess of circulating hormones and toxins. The estrogens that have accumulated from dietary sources, medications, the endocrine disruptors that now saturate our environment, and the inflammatory effects of chronic stress. This heat is the body working. Trying to bring itself back into balance, and ultimately to cool itself.</p><p><em>Your body is doing what it is supposed to do. The question is not how to silence it. It is how to support it. So that it doesn&#8217;t need to work so hard.</em></p><p><strong>What we do know is happening in your body</strong></p><p>Deep in the brain is a small, but powerful gland called the hypothalamus. It&#8217;s responsible for regulating your body&#8217;s response to circulating hormones. The cycling hormones are an orchestra conducted by the hypothalamus. During your fertile years, ovulation triggers a surge of progesterone into the bloodstream each month. Among its many gifts, it is the calming, stabilizing protective hormone that takes the edge off of estrogen. But as the ovaries begin their transformation at perimenopause, they release progressively fewer eggs. Some cycles produce no egg at all. That&#8217;s called an anovulatory cycle. When no egg is released, there&#8217;s no signal to release progesterone. As anovulatory cycles increase in frequency, beginning quietly in our 30s and accelerating through our 40s, progesterone steadily declines.</p><p>In the absence of progesterone&#8217;s moderating influence, estrogen becomes dominant. And too much circulating estrogen signals the body and brain that something is out of balance. One mechanism the body has to detoxify itself is sweating. Heat is released through the skin, removing excess toxins with it. Over time, the ovaries are transformed. Cycles become irregular and eventually stop. The body has to find a new equilibrium.</p><p>It&#8217;s worth noting that many of the most uncomfortable menopausal symptoms trace back to this phase of estrogen dominance. Not estrogen loss, as we&#8217;ve so often been told. That story, by the way, is part of the larger pattern of reducing women&#8217;s complex individualized experiences to a single protocol and a single solution. There is no such thing as one-size-fits-all in Women&#8217;s Health. The belief that there is, reflects the same reductive thinking that has shaped and too often failed Women&#8217;s Health care for generations.</p><p><strong>Hot flashes and night sweats: same phenomenon, two settings</strong></p><p>Hot flashes and night sweats are really one continuous experience. During the day they can appear as anything from a mild warmth or flush&#8212;often starting in the face and neck and upper body &#8212;to a full body wave of intense heat, sometimes accompanied by drenching sweats. They can be random and unpredictable. Some women can identify triggers; others cannot find any pattern at all.</p><p>Night sweats are simply hot flashes that wake you from sleep and sometimes you wake drenched. More often it is simply the urge to throw off the covers, and a demanding need for cool air. This is the part that wears women down. Now you are awake. The work of getting back to sleep begins.</p><p><strong>Caffeine and alcohol</strong> are worth paying attention to here. Both are recognized by the body as toxins (alcohol particularly so), and both can trigger hot flashes and disrupt sleep. Some women find they tolerate them perfectly well throughout menopause. Others notice a clear connection and choose to reduce or eliminate them. Experiment and keep notes for yourself. Your body/mind/spirit is evolving!</p><p><strong>Practical support/what actually helps</strong></p><p>Most likely you&#8217;ll be navigating this for quite some time. Many women seem to experience hot flashes for five to 10 years, with varying frequency and intensity. Though they decrease over time, they can still make occasional appearances late in life. With that timeline in mind, the goal is to adapt with as much grace and practical wisdom as possible.</p><p>Dress in layers. In all seasons. Natural breathable fibers like cotton, linen and flax are your allies; they absorb moisture and dry quickly. At the height of my own experience, I kept a spare cotton night shirt beside the bed so I could change quickly in the night. I have had women tell me they keep a set of dry sheets nearby for the same reason. Small adaptations, but they make a big difference at 3:00 AM.</p><p><strong>Herbal allies</strong></p><p>Many traditional cultures have worked for centuries with plant medicine for exactly this transition, and the evidence for some of these herbs is substantial. A dedicated post (or two) on plant remedies will be forthcoming, but here is the beginning of the list. All seem to help with hot flashes. They come in many forms. They come as tinctures, teas and capsules. These are singles, but some will be blended together. Talk to a qualified herbalist to decide what may best help you in your specific situation.</p><p>&#183; Black Cohosh</p><p>&#183; Motherwort</p><p>&#183; Vitex (also known as Chaste tree)</p><p>&#183; Lemon balm</p><p>&#183; Hops*</p><p>&#183; Red Clover</p><p>&#183; Dong quai<sup>+</sup></p><p>&#183; Nettles</p><p>&#183; Flaxseed</p><p>*Hops is estrogen-receptor sensitive. 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It&#8217;s not always easy to find studies that are reliable in plant medicine. If this is important to you, understand the politics behind what gets studied in modern science. I will speak to this and give references as I talk more in depth about these remedies in future blogs.</p><p>If you want to do your own research: Many herbalists have wonderful information online for us: Aviva Romm, MD has a mountain of her own and other&#8217;s research in her Botanical Medicine for Women&#8217;s Health, and in her podcast and blogs. David Winston, RH (<a href="http://herbalist&amp;alchemist.com/">Herbalist&amp;Alchemist.com)</a> an herbalist, author, and teacher who has traveled the world to study plant medicines. His work on Adaptogens has defined best practices and given us a better understanding of these plants and their uses in healing. And of course, Susun Weed, (<a href="http://susunweed.com/">Susunweed.com</a>)longtime teacher and herbalist who has generously given us so much wisewoman wisdom and guidance through her long career. Many more teachers I&#8217;ve learned from and can add to your backpack as we go!</p><p><strong>The deeper truth: what this transition is asking of you</strong></p><p>The symphony of reproductive hormones that have cycled through your entire life, have not only regulated your body as neurotransmitters; they have connected you to your creativity, and to cycles larger than yourself (like the moon and nature). Many indigenous cultures recognize this as the powerful generative energy of the womb. The womb lies within the body&#8217;s creative center, the place where life, in all its forms originates. You need not have given birth to a child to have lived in relationship with that energy. Women give birth to companies, to art, to music, to movements, to entirely new ways of being in the world.</p><p><strong>Menopause does not end that creative force. It transforms it.</strong></p><p>The womb wisdom that accumulates over decades of a reliable pattern, of attuning to your body&#8217;s rhythms, of living closely with the cycles of creation&#8212;that does not disappear. It deepens. It turns inward and becomes the foundation for something else: Sovereignty. Purpose. The great Heroine&#8217;s Journey of midlife, which often begins with the simple, enormous question:</p><p><strong>Who am I, now?</strong></p><p>The hot flashes, the waking in the night, the rewiring of your brain, the questioning and shedding of what no longer fits. These are not symptoms of decline. What if they are the body&#8217;s alchemical way of clearing space for the transformation of who you are becoming?</p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p>Excerpt from my Novel in progress below: </p><p>The Grace of Second Chances </p><p>by Allison Koch</p><p>Mara 2015</p><p>Chapter One</p><p>The stillness of winter mornings has a peculiar way of amplifying loss. It is as though the air itself carries the weight of absence; the frost etches the memory of those who have passed upon every surface. This is the setting now&#8212;a landscape that is frozen and unrelenting with hollowness, a still life of my grief. Yesterday, I buried my sister.</p><p>And today, shockingly, the sun came up and altered the frozen landscape till it glistened and sparkled with the diamond-like beauty of winter&#8217;s potential. The sun, with the nerve to offer a new day, a new beginning, a world without my sister&#8217;s presence. A world where I breathe and she does not. Where I must find my own courage and wisdom. Without benefit of hers.</p><p>Yesterday, steeping in the raw wet cold of Vermont in late fall, the funeral air stung as it blew across my mournful heart . As if the Ice Queen of my youthful fairytale imaginings had come to collect us all. Funerals in small towns are so <em>noticed</em>. Everyone knows everyone in a small town. Though that can be a comfort sometimes, it can also be an intrusive reminder of who and what is now missing.</p><p>&#8220;I thought it would be her cancer that would take her from us, &#8220; says my husband, holding me in the circle of his arms, the night she died.</p><p>&#8220;We were preparing for that, ready for that!&#8221; I sobbed. &#8220;We talked about her end of life choices, thinking we still had time- the treatment was working, y&#8217;know? &#8211; we were promised more time. But then - surprise! This new threat, silently attacking her immune system, while we were busy celebrating the possibility of defeating her cancer&#8230; I miss her so much already!&#8221; I wail my heartbreak into his warm chest, my other safe harbor, these past 25</p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p> years.</p><p>Who am I if not Margaret&#8217;s little sister anymore? We were inseparable from the time I came on the scene. I see her everywhere in my childhood. So many shared memories, now mine alone. <em>I want</em> <em>to believe you are still here in some form, Margaret.</em> Send me a sign that you are! Like the line, from that book, &#8220;Tuesdays with Morrie&#8221;, &#8220;Death ends a life, but not a relationship.&#8221; <em>We read that book together, remember? And we promised to &#8216;haunt&#8217; each other always, no matter who died first. You were my best friend, my greatest champion &#8211; like a kinder version of our mother, your strength carried the family and kept the farm going.</em></p><p>I&#8217;m beginning to realize now that grief is as much about discovery as it is about loss. In your absence, though its only been four days, I&#8217;ve uncovered parts of you I never truly understood&#8212;the strength of your spirit, yes. The quiet resilience you masked with dry humor, when facing insurmountable odds! And always, the fierce protectiveness hidden behind your gentle smile, your pragmatic approach to life, your readiness to sacrifice, so often, for the rest of us. These facets of you, though absent from this world, I hope will remain etched in me.</p><p>In the end, we made promises to each other, as you shared truths and secrets that you needed to reveal, and now they are for me to carry or keep. To celebrate, to heal, or to put to rest, forever and a day &#8211; as all good fairytale spells are spun and retold &#8211; the stories of women. Our ancestors, our inheritances. Who we are, who circumstances force us to become, how we navigate the differences with as much grit and grace as possible, while protecting what and who we love in the process.</p><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[WHY DOESN'T ANYONE TALK ABOUT THIS? If I had a dime for every woman who’s asked me that… so let’s talk about it NOW. How Patriarchy harms everyone—humans, and the more-than-human. ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today we're talking about Menopause and Patriarchy.]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Allison Koch #1]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 20:08:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!n6yX!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F55934289-f9f8-4e11-aa49-547f97734226_1024x1024.webp" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Notice how the presence of the doctor, especially if male, changes the energy.  Minutes before, the focus was on you, and you were a fully functioning adult. Feel that shift as you become the passive &#8216;good patient&#8217;?  They are the busy expert. You are not.  Perhaps you sit. Perhaps they stand. Does that reinforce the power differential? The rooms are designed for the clinician&#8217;s comfort and ease. It&#8217;s usually minimalist and clinical. It&#8217;s such a familiar experience that most of us don&#8217;t even see it anymore.</p><p>I&#8217;ve been in the room when my husband was the patient, and it is a different power dynamic. Even though I&#8217;m the educated healthcare professional, as the wife, my questions are not always welcomed by many of his mostly male doctors. I sense that I&#8217;m intruding on their time and territory. Women who ask too many questions, or resist the doctor&#8217;s recommendations are troublemakers, aren&#8217;t we? Seen as a problem because they require convincing, which is time-consuming. And in medicine today, time = money, and too much time spent = money lost.</p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!n6yX!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F55934289-f9f8-4e11-aa49-547f97734226_1024x1024.webp" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div 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I wanted to emphasize the relationship we were building and that required eliminating that imbalance. There was a comfortable chair placed close to my desk for women to sit and chat with me about their lives and concerns. The art on the walls was chosen to reflect women&#8217;s experiences, spirituality and power. The feeling was homey. There was an exam table, but it was discreetly tucked out of the way and covered with a soft decorative print spread. The relationship was the focus. The exam was a much smaller part of the visit. We were building trust with each other.</p><p>It was a conscious decision to shift to a different way of serving. I knew the relationship with the women in my care was essential to building trust. I was catching a lot of babies in those days. The value of their trust in me to keep them safe was self-evident. But the trust goes both ways. I was trusting them too.  I could only keep them safe if I knew how they were living, what they were eating, what challenges they were facing that could affect their health. I respected who they were as people, and that changes the interactions.</p><p></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p>Lifelong connections came from these interactions. Many years later, I still get women telling me that the way they were seen and treated during our time together changed them. They became more engaged mothers. Some changed careers or became better advocates for themselves.</p><p>Pregnancy and birth are transformative times in a woman&#8217;s life, but all challenges have the potential to transform us. Menopause is a profound physical change for us, affecting every body system. It alters the system that has been accustomed to cycling hormone levels for thirty to forty years. Gradually, over ten or more years, our whole chemistry is changing. The experience has substantial effects on brain chemistry.  It&#8217;s as if we get rewired and go from alternating current (AC) to direct current (DC).</p><p>This explains why the multitasking of our younger years becomes so difficult to continue. It explains why we need to write things down or we will forget them. The intensity of hormones shifting at menopause has the power to distract us from other experiences or highlight them. We may find we want to dive deeper in and discover our own gifts.  It also helps us see what isn&#8217;t working anymore in our lives and perhaps reveals what we need to shed. It can show us our own limiting beliefs.</p><p>These things are ultimately good for us and for the world around us. Women tend to work well in groups and to solve problems in community better than their male counterparts. Doesn&#8217;t the world need that kind of thinking more and more now? The  the menopausal brain catches fire as it matures, creativity is enhanced, so shouldn&#8217;t we be seeking out more elder women for their wisdom and as problem solvers?</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!xMFZ!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fab216337-94ba-4f90-af4d-9e1152704aac_1024x1024.webp" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!xMFZ!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fab216337-94ba-4f90-af4d-9e1152704aac_1024x1024.webp 424w, 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You can sleep when you&#8217;re dead.&#8221;  And women have been caught up in this whirlwind of dominate, subdue, and capture that has come to mean success. I want us to have a choice to step off the treadmill when we want or need to, perhaps to raise babies, but maybe just to fulfill another creative wish, without paying the price for leaving the patriarchal workplace. Notice that men get to do that and are praised for it.</p><p>For me, menopause was an opening&#8212;a turning point. It asked me to become more fully myself, to step into who I wanted to be for the rest of my life. Looking back, I can see how the harder seasons shaped that path and called forth the courage to begin a new chapter.</p><p>These are conversations worth having.    Allison</p><p>P.S. I have a plan to share excerpts from my novel in progress, but I worry these posts are already too long? </p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Share&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share&action=share"><span>Share</span></a></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469/comments&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Leave a comment&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this-469/comments"><span>Leave a comment</span></a></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[WHY DOESN'T ANYONE TALK ABOUT THIS? If I had a dime for every woman who’s asked me that… so let’s talk about it NOW. ]]></title><description><![CDATA[How Patriarchy harms everyone&#8212;humans, and the more-than-human. We need to educate ourselves about how it has been harmful so we can start creating new, more robust, just & equal systems in our world]]></description><link>https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/p/why-doesnt-anyone-talk-about-this</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2026 19:46:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!qNF0!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb090904f-8cf6-4a84-8c19-d22d229d6b05_3300x2550.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><h2>If you&#8217;ve heard the word <strong>Patriarchy</strong> so much lately that it&#8217;s begun to mean, &#8220;let the male-bashing begin,&#8221; please understand that isn&#8217;t what I&#8217;m wanting to do here.</h2><p>Let&#8217;s talk about what&#8217;s happening to us and our lives&#8212;how we are harmed by Patriarchal culture, and what we can do about it.</p><p>I will be reflecting on different aspects of our lives that I have witnessed through the lens of a women&#8217;s healthcare provider and midwife, and I&#8217;ll share some of what I see working for healing women.</p><p><strong>Bring me your questions.</strong></p><p>The <em>Harvard Journal of the School of Medicine</em> explains Patriarchy in Western medicine as: &#8220;A male-centered, androcentric system that exists in Western medicine and has historically treated male physiology as the default, leading to systemic gender bias in research, diagnosis, and treatment. Women&#8217;s pain is often dismissed, misdiagnosed, or attributed to mental health issues, while research frequently excludes women or generalizes male-focused data to all populations.&#8221;</p><p>Harvard acknowledges this biased approach exists, and so must we all. If you identify as female and/or you love a female, you&#8217;ve experienced this bias.</p><p>Women have been underserved (actually, disregarded) in most medical research because we, inconveniently, have a monthly menstrual cycle. Fluctuating hormones rule that cycle throughout the month, and that variable is inconvenient for researchers. Since the majority of research is paid for by drug companies interested in creating or marketing new products, long ago somebody decided just to assume that women&#8217;s bodies were exactly like men&#8217;s&#8212;only smaller, and with ovaries.</p><p>Disregarding the many additional biological differences&#8212;not just hormones, but hearts, brains, circulation, gut flora, to name a few&#8212;has caused harm to women.</p><p>So far, in humanity&#8217;s existence, virtually every human has been born from a woman&#8217;s body. We are 51% of the population.</p><p>My hope over the course of this Substack is to share what I have learned over my 40+ years working in women&#8217;s health: midwifery, nutrition, herbal medicines, energy medicine therapies. I have studied shamanism for 30 years. I hold Master&#8217;s degrees in nursing and midwifery. I am grounded in the sciences and bring this to my writing&#8212;with a heavy interest in the research being done&#8212;and serious professional recognition in healthcare.</p><p>What I&#8217;ve been told&#8212;and have come to believe&#8212;is that what I offer is singular. I am a translator of sorts, decoding medical language so that women can truly understand what is happening in their own bodies.</p><p>But I&#8217;m also something more than that: an alchemist who walks between worlds, blending the clinical and the intuitive, the mainstream and the alternative. My work has always been about bridging those realms and drawing from both to create something specific to <em>her</em>&#8212;a healing path as unique as she is.</p><p>Her own Philosopher&#8217;s Stone.</p><p>It is Midwifery&#8212;the art and science of being &#8220;with woman&#8221;&#8212;that gave me the orientation to a female-centric model, and over the years has reinforced for me the importance of a model in women&#8217;s healthcare that listens to the woman and partners with her to actively seek the solutions that resonate with her specific needs.</p><p>The women I have worked with have taught me that the questions they ask are far more informative than the answers available in a Google search of an androcentric system.</p><p>In the science of caring for women, and in the mainstream medical model, what is lacking is <strong>holism</strong>: the impact of how one&#8217;s life affects health just as much as health impacts one&#8217;s life.</p><p>Yes, we recognize that smoking is bad, and too much weight is harmful. Still, women smoke for different reasons than men, so helping them quit calls for different strategies. That&#8217;s just one example of gender differences. Behavior change for women is more complicated and deserves the time to be fully addressed. That won&#8217;t happen in a 15-minute clinic visit.</p><p>The often overlooked areas&#8212;emotional, mental, spiritual, nutritional, and other ecologies&#8212;are important but missing pieces of women&#8217;s wellness.</p><p>We are relational beings, and we want a relationship with our care providers that demonstrates a commitment to listening, partnering with us, and sharing information that is meaningful and gives us options. If you feel you have had that kind of healthcare in our U.S. healthcare system, you are indeed fortunate.</p><p>More and more, I hear from women that their concerns are minimized, care is fractured, and visits are compressed&#8212;short appointments with little eye contact. Providers are focused on the computer screen. There&#8217;s no teaching, no time for questions, no trust-building going on.</p><p>I retired from my employment as a nurse-midwife six years ago, at the end of 2020, just as COVID-19 was raging and revealing all the deficits and difficulties in our systems. I felt the direction we were heading wasn&#8217;t for me, and I couldn&#8217;t see myself serving in the same way any longer.</p><p>I had turned 65 and was ready for the next phase of my life: writing, gardening, and studying the topics that interest me.</p><p>I&#8217;ve continued to share my wisdom and experiences with women in my world in whatever ways best support them&#8212;whether it&#8217;s nutritional support and/or supplement advice, astrological guidance, creative self-awakening, or teaching about the madness of how to live gracefully with changing hormones.</p><p>It&#8217;s always been in me to educate because <strong>Knowledge Is Power.</strong> I deeply believe this. One doesn&#8217;t need a college degree to live well and understand how their biology works and how their life affects it.</p><p>So today, I launch what so many have been asking of me for at least 10 years now.</p><p>Let&#8217;s talk about it.</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!qNF0!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb090904f-8cf6-4a84-8c19-d22d229d6b05_3300x2550.jpeg" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!qNF0!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb090904f-8cf6-4a84-8c19-d22d229d6b05_3300x2550.jpeg 424w, 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moment&#8212;and how we can reclaim ourselves and our souls.</p></li></ol><p>Does that sound dramatic? Attention-getting? I hope so, because it&#8217;s time for us to share our knowledge and engage more deeply.</p><p>I&#8217;m calling on those of you who have begged me to start this Substack. I see you.<br>And to those who have yet to find me and my writings, I see you.</p><p>We are remembering that when you have knowledge, you have power. We all know there is a disconnect&#8212;a power differential&#8212;in healthcare. And it&#8217;s been getting worse.</p><p><strong>So let&#8217;s TALK ABOUT IT.</strong> All of it.  </p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p>Two quotes keep recurring as I write:</p><p>&#8220;Awareness is curative.&#8221; (Fritz Perls)</p><p>And a personal favorite:<br>&#8220;When you know better, you do better.&#8221; (Maya Angelou)</p><p>Once we are aware there is a problem, we begin solving it. And, as Maya instructs, we can do better now that we know better.</p><p>Please give me the grace to share my thoughts and gleanings. I have extensive experience that informs my wisdom and opinions. I want what I&#8217;ve learned to be helpful and support our shared journeys. <em>I don&#8217;t want it to die with me.</em></p><p>We can build our relationship by sharing in the comments. My intention is to keep this free as long as the conversation remains curious and respectful.</p><p>Some of you know that I&#8217;m writing a novel at this stage of my life, and excerpts may sometimes appear here. It is a story of a woman (and her friends and family), of her experiences and her transformation through that rite of passage known as Menopause.</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,w_848,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,w_1272,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,w_1456,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png 1456w" sizes="100vw"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png" width="1024" height="1536" data-attrs="{&quot;src&quot;:&quot;https://substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com/public/images/18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png&quot;,&quot;srcNoWatermark&quot;:null,&quot;fullscreen&quot;:null,&quot;imageSize&quot;:null,&quot;height&quot;:1536,&quot;width&quot;:1024,&quot;resizeWidth&quot;:null,&quot;bytes&quot;:2986201,&quot;alt&quot;:null,&quot;title&quot;:null,&quot;type&quot;:&quot;image/png&quot;,&quot;href&quot;:null,&quot;belowTheFold&quot;:true,&quot;topImage&quot;:false,&quot;internalRedirect&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/i/191288902?img=https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png&quot;,&quot;isProcessing&quot;:false,&quot;align&quot;:null,&quot;offset&quot;:false}" class="sizing-normal" alt="" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,w_424,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,w_848,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,w_1272,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!9PcJ!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F18816dc5-e880-4d16-9c44-fd4e1d4ca3bf_1024x1536.png 1456w" sizes="100vw" loading="lazy"></picture><div class="image-link-expand"><div class="pencraft pc-display-flex pc-gap-8 pc-reset"><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container restack-image"><svg role="img" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 20 20" fill="none" stroke-width="1.5" stroke="var(--color-fg-primary)" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><g><title></title><path d="M2.53001 7.81595C3.49179 4.73911 6.43281 2.5 9.91173 2.5C13.1684 2.5 15.9537 4.46214 17.0852 7.23684L17.6179 8.67647M17.6179 8.67647L18.5002 4.26471M17.6179 8.67647L13.6473 6.91176M17.4995 12.1841C16.5378 15.2609 13.5967 17.5 10.1178 17.5C6.86118 17.5 4.07589 15.5379 2.94432 12.7632L2.41165 11.3235M2.41165 11.3235L1.5293 15.7353M2.41165 11.3235L6.38224 13.0882"></path></g></svg></button><button tabindex="0" type="button" class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container view-image"><svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" stroke="currentColor" stroke-width="2" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a></figure></div><p>Look! Here&#8217;s Gran now &#8212;my idea of how she looks, created by Dara (my AI)</p><p></p><p>If something we&#8217;re discussing here is reflected in my characters&#8217; lives and experiences&#8230; well, that&#8217;s a teachable moment. And I&#8217;m a storyteller. My novel embeds messages that might help someone find their healing path in a place they might not have thought to look.</p><p>I plan to post weekly and will make sincere efforts to do so&#8212;but like many of you, I&#8217;m a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a gardener, and our lives can sometimes take surprising plot twists. Life can be so great and still get pretty LIFEY.</p><p>There&#8217;s gardening and cooking, and household chores, but then there&#8217;s Spring and the sun is shining, Nature and the creative energies are calling, the spirit realms are speaking, and&#8212;ugh&#8212;there&#8217;s politics and the world&#8217;s on fire.</p><p>I love a good blessing, and I&#8217;ve saved the best for last (maybe). Here it is&#8212;and I want to close every post with this blessing:</p><p>&#8220;May we look up at that night sky. May we let joy in, for we will be someone&#8217;s ancestors one day. If we do this right, they will inherit not our fear but bravery born out of joy.&#8221; (Valerie Kaur)</p><p>Thanks for letting me share <strong>&#8220;WHY DOESN&#8217;T ANYONE TALK ABOUT THIS?&#8221;  </strong></p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe now&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><h3></h3><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!3fGn!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F08649870-aa54-404a-8233-710bd7195c30_1024x1536.png" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source 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I really don&#8217;t look this good, but it was fun to play with!</p><h3></h3><div><hr></div><div class="subscription-widget-wrap-editor" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://allisonkoch851375.substack.com/subscribe?&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Subscribe&quot;,&quot;language&quot;:&quot;en&quot;}" data-component-name="SubscribeWidgetToDOM"><div class="subscription-widget show-subscribe"><div class="preamble"><p class="cta-caption">Thanks for reading Why Doesn&#8217;t Anybody Talk About This? Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.</p></div><form class="subscription-widget-subscribe"><input type="email" class="email-input" name="email" placeholder="Type your email&#8230;" tabindex="-1"><input type="submit" class="button primary" value="Subscribe"><div class="fake-input-wrapper"><div class="fake-input"></div><div class="fake-button"></div></div></form></div></div><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>