Once upon a time… Girls Fairytales Retold

Once upon a time… Girls Fairytales Retold

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Once upon a time… Girls Fairytales Retold

Once upon a time, my 11-year-old daughter begged me to tell her fairytales, just like when she was still little. That got me thinking. The Grimm’s Girls’ stories, aka “Fairytales,” are familiar to us as Cinderella, Snow White, Red Riding Hood, the Frog Princess, Rapunzel, and more. These stories typically feature a conflict between an adolescent girl and an older woman, be it her stepmother, older step-sister, an evil fairy, sorceress or a witch.

I asked myself: just what is this fascination with the “evil mother” all about? And why did my pre-pubescent daughter suddenly demand to hear these stories?

I started researching and re-writing traditional girls’ fairytales. In my re-told stories, rather than girls being oppressed by older, evil women, the girl and her mother come to understand each other better.

The Grimm’s Girls’ fairytales have their origins in Eurasian shamanism, a world-view that existed for tens of thousands of years. It pre-dates all modern religions, yet contains elements of all religions as well. Thinking about this, I decided that the perfect person to narrate these tales would be an elderly shamanic woman, a “Grand Mother,” living thousands of years ago. 

In my re-told Girls’ Stories, we meet the original characters of the Red Riding Hood story: a wise shamanic Grandmother, her young Girl-Apprentice, and their companion, a Half-Wolf named Fahrwa. Together, they ascend a hill. Sitting beneath a tree, they peer into the future in a shared vision quest. As they behold future times and stories, Grandmother shares the meanings of the “Old Songs.”

Each story works on several levels. (For a more in-depth discussion, see this post.) They are first of all literary narratives for adults that are told in a fairytale style. Another level is a simplified arc of European history that is embedded in the stories, and that revolves around the rarely-told suppression of women’s medicine (including herbs for lactation). The stories also represent archetypal situations: passages of life when an individual must either grow in skills and wisdom or flounder and lose their way. Such “skills and wisdom” are the “Initiations” that Grandmother reveals in the “Old Songs.”

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In late August and through September, I’ll hold weekly zoom meetings so that everyone who has read the book and who is a member of my newsletter can meet to talk about the stories. I am looking forward to these meetings and hope you will join!

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Red Madder Root: Reflections and Intentions of the Author

Red Madder Root: Reflections and Intentions of the Author

Red Madder Root: Reflections and Intentions of the Author

For ten long years while writing the tome Mother Food I took part in a professional writers’ group where we shared short stories, novels, and poems. This creative outlet helped me keep some balance while writing chapters on infant colic, food allergy and nipple thrush.

After Mother Food’s publication, I considered writing a novel. I knew that good ideas take years to ripen, and sometimes decades. I challenged myself to come up with a grand and unique concept, and then sat back and waited for inspiration to hit. But would it?

One of my strengths is my ability to see large historic trends and to think in terms of symbols and archetypes. Maybe I could do something with that. 

When my eleven-year-old daughter pleaded with me to tell her “Old Stories” like Snow White, Red Riding Hood, and Cinderella, I felt a spark, the lighting of an ignition, deep in my brain. My daughter was entering puberty, yet she wanted to hear “Old Stories” that are told to young children. What could it mean?

I soon learned that these stories go back 50,000 years or longer. Their origins are in Eurasian shamanism. I was intrigued. 


Before I dig in further, let me say that this book, Red Madder Root, Tales of Initiation is not about shamanism or the use of hallucinogens or other similar phenomenon. Rather, these aspects are touched upon lightly, more like sketching the scenery, providing a background or framework where the main characters live and communicate.

Also, although the plant called Red Madder Root is an abortifacient as well has having other properties and uses, and although this use is mentioned in the book, this book is not about abortifacients or abortion. Rather, it is about the suppression of women’s knowledge, medicine and traditions, of which the suppression of herbal abortifacients is but one aspect. 


Shamanism derives from humanity’s Paleolithic past but it lives on today in many indigenous societies. Although in the US we equate shamanism with Native American peoples, Eurasian shamanic societies pre-date peoples arriving in the Americas.

Simply put: I believe that shamanism is in all of our pasts. There is no genetic line that does not spring from humanity’s Paleolithic origins or that has not at one time embraced a shamanic world-view. It behooves us to rediscover its living principles – our capacity to feel a connection to the natural world, to intuit unseen realities, to use natural forms of medicine.


Enhanced Cognition

Until just recently, shamanistic experiences were deemed “New Age” and “woo” by mainstream scientists. Now, studies on psilocybin and ayahuasca (psychoactive plant “medicines”) shine a positive light on this “therapy.” It turns out that in many cases, one intense spiritual “awakening” on a mind-altering drug can resolve a lifetime of depression and addiction. It is clear that these experiences reinforce a strong sense-of-self and build ownership of purpose and empowerment. We have seen the same hold true for strong religious experience.

Humans crave and need embodied experiences of purpose and meaning. Such feelings and knowings give us strength to carry on in the face of harsh realities. In shamanism, such truths and insights reveal themselves through altered states of consciousness that might be evoked by mind-altering plants, but also by breath work, fasting, isolation, sweating, and rhythmically induced trance with drumming and dance. Such experiences may be used to convey, enhance and ingrain the sacred teachings, rites and initiations. 

Shamanic skills are passed by a mentor to an apprentice through years of specialized training. This idea of generational teaching is at the heart of Red Madder Root.  


Archetypes were first described by the Swiss psychologist Carl Gustav Jung. He believed that all human societies draw from a pool of shared but forgotten memories which express themselves in our stories and dreams. An example would be the story of a great flood that is survived by a family in a boat. We find variations of this story around the world and, most likely, it was a true historic event. It is familiar to us as the Biblical story of Noah’s Ark. 

Archetypes also represent biological imprints and patterns: they are keys to a network of instincts, responses and behaviors that guide us from the time we are born to the moment we die. The mothering instinct, for example, relates to patterns of the brain and body that condition a woman to nourish and protect children. These patterns are also referred to as genetic memories.

The concept of genetic memories and of biological memory is central to the Tales of Initiations and the Red Madder Root stories. 

Mother Goddesses

When humans transitioned from Paleolithic (hunting and gathering) to Neolithic culture (agriculture, domesticated animals, living in settlements), our beliefs also changed. Instead of worshipping powerful animals, we worshipped a Mother Goddess. She gave birth to all that exists: stars, earth, rivers, mountains, plants, animals, and humans. She also controlled the weather and the seasons, enabling plants to come alive in spring and to die and disappear in winter.

In researching herbal medicine for mothers, I discovered that ancient peoples associated Mother Goddesses with specific plants with specific medical uses. The association took various forms. Sometimes, the goddess’s name is the same as the plant, for instance: Padma, which means “lily,” Demeter, which means “Mother of Grain,” or Hel, the goddess of the “Elder tree.”

Other clues appear in sculptures or engraved images, such as the goddess of Crete who is shown with poppy-flowers in her hair. Along with plants that support fertility and milk production, mother goddesses are associated with plants that end pregnancy, so-called “abortifacients.”  Evidently, women’s desire to control their reproductive functions is as old as culture itself.

It appears that our foremothers encoded medical plants in stories, myths, iconography and statues, to remind us to pass this information forward on from generation to generation.

By the way, animals, too, use plants for reproductive means, especially primates and elephants. But that’s a story for another time.

Thou shallt not speak of Red Madder Root

The title “Red Madder Root” refers to Rubia tinctoria, a plant used from ancient times to impart a deep red color to fabric, wool, leather, and fur. Just three centuries ago, it went without saying that Red Riding Hood’s cloak had been dyed red with the madder root, as synthetic dyes did not yet exist. And so, although the madder root is not explicitly named in the tale, it is smack-dab in the center of the story. And while you and I might think that this connection doesn’t matter very much, the parents who told the story to their children understood its meaning and importance.

The madder root was a known abortifacient.

Perhaps the message of the story was this: When a girl comes of age and embarks on a journey of sexuality—leaving the narrow path and being tempted by the wolf—the properties of the madder root protect her. This interpretation may be too on-the-nose, but it certainly fits. One might also suppose that the message of the story is “cloaked” or “hidden” in the red dye of the girl’s protective mantel.

Again, woman’s medicine had been hidden or encoded in a story that was passed on from one generation to the next.

To my mind, discovering women’s medicine in the tale of Red Riding Hood and in other traditional girls’ stories was just as important as discovering plants associated with ancient goddesses. Women were preserving, hiding, or cloaking their use of plants in the stories they created about women, girls, and goddesses.

Goddesses and Transcendence 

I mentioned that the Goddess’s plants support fertility and milk production and that some were abortifacients.

There was one other important use for a goddess’s herbs: as a mind-altering medicine. Indeed, we discover a remnant of shamanism in the cultic and religious practices of Mother Goddesses.

Truth be told, I was dumbfounded when I realized that “barley water,” the beverage used to support milk production in ancient Greece and around the world today, would be mixed with hallucinogenic plants and used in Demeter’s Rites of Eleusis to produce visions of the afterlife. 

The same holds true for other goddess cults/religions: the northern goddess Hel offers an infusion of elder flowers to support milk supply and a hallucinogenic beer made with elder flowers for her ceremonies. In Mesoamerica, the traditional milk-supporting drink is pulque, and the Mesoamerican Great Mother Goddess offered her initiates a hallucinogenic beverage based on pulque.

Witches and Witchcraft – Women’s Herbs

The link between women’s lactation herbs and mind-altering brews is not trivial. Across centuries of witch-burnings, laws punished both the use of mind-altering plants and the use of herbs, especially abortifacients. These two areas of medicine must have been viewed as being similar in their degree of evilness.

In fact, we know that mind-altering medicines and plants can mimic the chemistry of lactation, and that a person addicted to heroin or cocaine may begin to (involuntarily) produce milk. (Galactorrhea.) The same is true for certain sedatives and psychopharmica.

Was this connection (between mind-altering drugs and onset of milk production) observed ages ago? And did it leave our society with an unconscious sense of abhorrence and taboo for both milk supporting herbs and mind-altering plants?

Why it matters: Red Madder Root Revealed

This novel is not a story about herbal abortifacients, and it is also not about shamanism. Rather, it is about the general suppression of women’s medical knowledge from ancient times to modern times, and the attempts of women to maintain some semblance of that knowledge throughout changing cultures. While that suppression did aim to curb the use of abortifacients, it extended far beyond them to include herbs such as those to protect pregnancy, to speed childbirth, to help with healing after childbirth, and to bring in and support a mother’s best milk supply.

In suppressing abortifacients, the entire range of women’s medicine was under pressure. It became more and more difficult for women to recall and pass on their ancient knowledge.

We feel the consequences of this today in humanity’s widespread ignorance about natural medicine and lack of immune-supporting measures, in our subservience to and reliance upon modern medicine with its poor outcomes in birth and breastfeeding, rising numbers of C-Section births, and an increasing inability of women to produce a sufficient milk supply.

My Thoughts Today

My millennia-spanning short novel, Red Madder Root, Tales of Initiation, encompasses forgotten history that underlies many of the terrible societal problems we have today.

Through the Initiations, the girl Mayana receives insights and absorbs knowledge. While facing her crushing recognition of life’s harsh realities, she accepts the madder-root-cloak of purpose and responsibility. As it passes to her shoulders, it also passes to the heart and shoulders of the reader. 

I worked on this book from 2003-2010 and then forgot about it for more than a decade. Today, I feel gratitude and pride. I feel as though I was honored in some cross-dimensional way to receive these ideas and create this unique and somewhat grand little novel that breaks open the hearts of some readers and encourages them to keep on keeping on, even as our times become darker. 

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Writing the book “Healing Breastfeeding Grief”

Writing the book “Healing Breastfeeding Grief”

Writing the book “Healing Breastfeeding Grief”

For ten years, I listened each day to mothers as they vented their profound feelings of loss, grief and failure–feelings I also had with my first baby when I could not build a milk supply. 

I wished with all my heart that I could do more than just commiserate. I wanted to actually discover a way to help mothers heal from what we came to call “breastfeeding grief”: mourning the loss of the breastfeeding relationship and the breastfeeding experience we had expected and planned to have.

Where was the therapy that would help? I did not know.

In 2013, a school for hypnotherapy opened in the town where I lived, and I thought it would be an interesting way to spend the summer. I did not plan to practice as a hypnotherapist. As I had practiced meditation form, I was curious to understand what this other kind of “trance work” was all about. One day though, much as had happened with Mother Food, I realized I was learning a skill set that might actually enable me to transition mothers out of their negative emotions, their sense of loss and failure, and help them re-connect with their positive sense of self as a mother, while building their joy and confidence.

I felt as though my prayers were answered. I was certified in a potent therapy form that would help mothers.

I remember returning home after the ten-week intensive course in a kind of daze. I immediately began to give sessions to mothers with breastfeeding grief, and soon was seeing beautiful turn-arounds with most every mother.

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In 2015, I decided to write a book about what I had learned. I wanted to crystalize my experiences so that mothers but also doulas, midwives, lactation consultants and therapists could learn from them.

I also wanted to write a book that in itself could serve as a kind therapy, a book that would let mothers know they are understood and are not alone.

I worked hard at word-crafting sentences so they would flow and resonate with compassion. As one reviewer says, “The healing starts on the very first page.”

I was very fortunate as in a local writers group that met weekly, the mentor of the group, Ruth Wire, had worked as a nurse decades earlier, and all the members were parents. They enthusiastically supported my writing and gave great suggestions. I would like to thank especially Madeleine Sklar for holding my hand and spending hours chiseling with me at sentences and paragraphs during those times when I felt I just could not get a section right.


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Writing the book “Mother Food”

Writing the book “Mother Food”

Writing the book “Mother Food”

A Slow Gestation

The idea for this book was conceived and then took hold of me, a little more each time, with the births of my four children. With each child, I learned a little more about overcoming my low milk supply issues by using traditional herbs and foods — an area of knowledge that was not at all in the mainstream twenty, or even ten years ago, and that today is still little understood.

The catalyst to actually begin researching and writing was the birth of my forth child and my only daughter. That was in 1992. With her, I encountered new and considerable obstacles to breastfeeding and bonding. I was able to overcome these with the knowledge I had gleaned with my older three children — knowledge that I believe every mother has a right to know.

Childbed Fever

The first major challenge was childbed fever and a stay at the hospital. A sliver of placenta had remained in my womb, and when it began to decay, bacterial infection invaded my body. My daughter was ten days old when I was rushed to the emergency room, shaking from fever, too weak to stand. Fortunately, my breastfeeding-friendly doctor agreed that I could continue nursing in spite of undergoing surgery and taking high-dosage antibiotics. I was also allowed to room-in with my daughter: she slept in my bed, right next to me on the extra-large pillow.

Although I was so weak, I responded to her needs as quickly as possible, day and night. I changed her clothes and her diapers right there in bed with me. At the first sign of hunger or fretfulness, I fed or comforted her. I loved being close to her and feeling the warmth and emotion flow between us, that incredible exchange of finest feelings, as comforting to the sensitive new mother as to the baby.

Each afternoon, a friend came by and was available to carry her around during the hours when she might be fretful. Evenings, my husband was there to do the same. The quintessence: my daughter never felt abandoned to discomfort.

As mentioned above, I struggle with chronic low milk supply. The causes were hormonal (mild PCOS), a minimal amount of glandular breast tissue, and possibly also my having a medical condition that suppresses my immune system (Lyme disease). To prevent milk supply problems in the hospital, I asked my husband to bring me bottles of “Rivella,” a soft drink flavored with herbal extracts that is drunk in Switzerland (where I lived) to increase milk supply. In addition, the nurses made me pots of an herbal lactation tea. The result was that although my body was struggling to maintain milk production throughout this medical crisis, I did indeed manage to exclusively breastfeed my daughter.

The Nurses

Then something happened that made a huge impression on me. Nurses I had never seen before began to visit us, to stand quietly and respectfully inside our room for a while, and then leave without saying a word. I finally asked one what was going on. She told me that the nurses “downstairs” were talking about my baby — about the remarkable baby who ever cried. The nurses wanted to see for themselves if it was true! She explained that in the maternity ward, the babies were fretful and crying a lot of the time.

You see, in Switzerland, health insurance pays for up to ten days of rest at the hospital after birth. During this time, mothers are supposed to learn about babycare from the nurses. In my case, however, I had gone straight home a few hours after the births of my first two babies. My last two had been homebirths, so I had never had the benefit of their guidance.

Well, the nurse’s amazement amazed me! Obviously, they didn’t understand the kind of interaction necessary to prevent a baby from becoming fretful. Indeed, I remembered the questionable “support” I’d received the first few hours after my two hospital births. With my first, because he was fretful, the nurse put him in a little bed, all alone, crying, so that I could rest. That separation ripped my heart, and his crying began to sound horribly angry. Being born and immediately initiated into anger and separation is not my idea of a good start in life! But since the nurse seemed to think it was okay, and I was a new mother and insecure, I trusted her. With my second, the nurses took him for testing and then didn’t return him for a half hour. I was aching for him all that time. When I asked about the delay I was told it was because he was so cute, and a very special baby. They had enjoyed their time with him. When a nurse then saw that I was attempting to breastfeed him, she said, “What? So soon? Don’t you want to rest?” It was now 45 minutes after birth. Didn’t she know that the best time to initiate breastfeeding was the first hour after birth?

Well, with my daughter cooing on my lap I assured the nurse that she was no angel. She would cry like any other baby if her needs were not met. The secret was recognizing her signals and responding to them as soon as possible — even within a split second. But there was more to it. I also knew how to keep up my fragile milk supply, and I knew that I should eat certain foods and not others to avoid risking my baby’s digestive distress. Indeed, I knew from repeated experience that a baby who has enough milk, and whose milk is easy to digest, is very simply going to be an “easier” baby. Every baby is different, of course, but a mother can learn how to be sensitive to those differences and gauge her choices accordingly.

Postpartum Depression

A few weeks later I encountered the next big obstacle: postpartum depression. I had gone through a long phase of exhaustion following each birth, but had not experienced depression before. Now I saw what it was like: parts of my brain shut down; I no longer felt involvement in life; I felt no joy in being a mother, or in my new baby.

Nonetheless, because I knew it was important, I continued doing things that contribute to a bonded relationship: I gave my baby the contact she required (she was the sensitive kind of baby who never sleeps if put down, so she had to be carried in a sling or snugly during the day, even when sleeping, the first three months of her life). I continued taking foods and herbs to maintain my supply. I observed which foods caused her digestive distress, and I avoided these. When I watched TV, I wore a headphone. I believe that babies who listen to television or radio and who hear, for instance, sudden loud sounds or music that convey shock, horror, surprise, or pathos are at greater risk for the sensorial disorganization that many children have today. I also sang to her throughout the day, including when I watched TV with headphones on, even though it felt very odd to do so. The result was that when I came out of depression (the healing process took about four months; I was not informed enough to take medication), I had a trusting, happy baby, (and a very musical child as we would discover) who would continue to be confident in our relationship, and to nurse for several years.

My Happy Baby

My happy baby was my little miracle. How had I come through postpartum depression with an intact relationship to my daughter, including an intact breastfeeding relationship? Everyday, I marveled and rejoiced. I also rejoiced that I had known how to overcome my low milk supply, and to produce milk that did not cause my daughter to have an upset stomach. (She would get an upset stomach and become colicky whenever I ate certain foods or combinations of foods, so I was sure to avoid these.) I had learned these tools not from doctors but from mothers, especially mothers from the “anthroposophic” community (Waldorf school) which, in Germany, has studied the effect of foods and herbs on mothers and babies for decades.

I felt as though I had stumbled upon a treasure chest of insights – to which mothers held the key. This set of insights seemed ancient in its “rightness.” I believed that all mothers should have access to it.
Putting this key back into the hands of all mothers was the motivation for researching and writing Mother Food.

Now, there are two types of persons in my family: scientists and artists. I lean toward the latter. My degree is in music. I also love to write, especially poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction. Well, research shows that musicians use their brain in an integrated way, using both halves creatively. That was the approach I took to researching this material: get the whole picture, discover the interconnections, and explain these in simple terms that make the reader think, “Oh, I get this now! It’s so clear!”

Imagine a mother of four lively children, bringing home boxes of books from the university library, and reading these each evening in bed while nursing her baby – then toddler, then young child. My daughter was four years old when I published an article in “c u r a r e,” a German academic journal of ethnomedicine, titled, “Have Lactation Medicinals an Influence on Culture?” This article summed up my findings: that lactation medicinals had been ignored by science (this has now changed), that foods that increase milk production were the crops earliest cultivated by Neolithic peoples (perhaps because breastfeeding mothers preferred these foods), that lactation medicinals are plentifully found in world mythology, associated with breastfeeding goddesses or mother goddesses. Finally, I included a description of some of the chemical pathways that lactogenic foods and herbs use to increase milk production.

What Kind of Book Should I Write?

In 1996, I sent my initial manuscript, then titled “Ancient Tools of Motherhood,” to a Swiss publishing house, the Kreux Verlag. Their main editor responded that I was writing not one book, but two: I was writing a self-help book, but also a book about history and culture. She said that this combination would be hard to market, and that I should instead write one book or the other.

I thought about this suggestion a long time, but remained convinced that mothers deserve and require a book connecting both history and culture to their practical experiences today. One of the remarkable moments of motherhood is the realization that one is sharing an experience common to women of all times and places. The next step is to understand how this universality includes our choices for diet and health, with respect to how these choices influence our breastfeeding and mothering experience.

At the risk of sounding dramatic, I believe that understanding motherhood has never been as crucial as it is today. More of our children are born prematurely, or are born at term but with neurological damage such as learning problems (and suck problems), concentration or sensorial disorders, and a spectrum of autistic disorders. Indeed, it is estimated that 1 out of 96 children are born with an austistic disorder, and nearly every second boy has some degree of concentration or sensorial integration disorder. We need to understand how we got where we are today and what we can do about it — for although this problem belongs to society as a whole, and as a society we will eventually have to come to terms with it, we mothers can be proactive now, both before conception, during pregnancy and birth, and again through our choices for our baby’s nourishment. “Mother Food,” precisely because it is many books in one, can offer important impulses to this discussion.

In 1999, I was thrilled to learn that a new venue of publishing had opened up: “Print on Demand,” a digital publishing arrangement that leaves complete responsibility for content and editing to the writer. This venue would allow me to write the combination how-to and cultural book that I had planned. I was energized to concentrate on writing again.

In 2000, I was almost ready to publish. Then I was bit by a tick and my life turned upside down. My doctor believes I’d had Lyme disease since my early twenties, but without its having broken out actively. With the new tick bite, Lyme disease quickly developed and put me out of function for six months of antibiotic treatment. When I began to recover, enough that I could consider working on this book again, I realized that I could not return to this book as it was. I had to re-write it in order to remember what it was about (Lyme disease affects memory and thinking processes)! And that was a good thing.

Again I had boxes of books to read. Wonderfully, everything I read in the very most recent books on diet, the immune system, allergy, and babycare confirmed and complimented what I already knew. Now I had many more insights for mothers. I continued to work toward publication, and in 2001, became a certified holistic lactation consultant in a new school founded in Switzerland. Local midwives referred mothers to me who had extraordinary problems with milk supply. Most wonderfully, I moderated a breastfeeding group on the internet where mothers with exceptional breastfeeding difficulties congregate for support. In 2005, this group became a non-profit, MOBI Motherhood Intl. (Mothers Overcoming Breastfeeding Issues).

What is Unique about Mother Food?

The central goal of Mother Food is to address breastfeeding issues that are linked to a baby’s apparent suffering at the breast, such as persistent hunger from true low supply, and pain from colic, reflux, and allergy. These conditions are the least well explored in breastfeeding literature today, and mothers who describe having these problems often feel misunderstood by their healthcare providers.

Another goal is to include a historic overview of mother foods from ancient Greece, India and China. These comparisons offer fascinating surprises and insights that are the birthright of all mothers.