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A child with light skin and short, straight blond hair falling over their forehead holds and kisses a baby wrapped in a patterned blanket. The child sits on a whitewashed bench in front of a red door.

Community Education
and Conversations

I am passionate about all matters related to our introduction to the world (i.e., pregnancy, birthing and beyond), and cherish opportunities to hold space for questions and mutual learning in our communities. Often communities hold a wealth of intergenerational knowledge many do not even realize is there -- especially with the medicalization of birth. Where present these will always have a place at the center of our conversations.

I am happy to discuss subjects relevant to my work with both adults and children in a wide range of settings, including community centers, farmers’ markets, co-ops, schools, libraries, fairs, places of worship, hospitals and clinics.
A bread stand at a market. A customer carrying a tote bag stands before it. Behind the stand someone reaches for a loaf of bread.
An individual with short cropped hair stands silouetted with a sunrise in the background, holding up an infant while also bowing their head so that their foreheads touch.
A red barn and farm equipment sits amid a field where harvesting is taking place. A mountain rises over the field. About it, a sky tinged with pink and blue.
A clear starry night sky. Below, the top of a bare deciduous tree and the top of the conifer can be seen.

The sun is kind, the earth is warm, the summer has been fine
And heavy hangs the arbor-o with jewels on the vine

Like the flower time the air is sweet round where the arbor stands
I have baskets at my feet and jewels in my hands...

The leaves are blazing red and gold, the fire is the same
I have my mother's pots to hold the jewels to the flame...

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The trees are blowing black and bare, the year is growing old
I have rows and rows to share of jewels in the cold...

 

The coffee's on, the biscuits brown, the snow's begun to fall
Kitchen friends are gathered round, and that's the jewel of all...

 

- Valentine Doyle, Abundance (New England folk song)

 

 

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