Opportunity knocks.


People who work the front desks of medical offices are like gatekeepers. They are ambassadors. They are the first voice or face a person encounters when they are seeking care. And the energy of that first interaction can be important.

Sometimes the person who is seeking that appointment  hasn’t always done the best job of self-care. Perhaps they were unwilling or unable to keep up on their medical care. Perhaps they are a little outside of normal, or have in some way not “measured up” to the American standard in terms of class, gender, sexuality, appearance, ability, religious or other self- expression.

This is an opportunity.


As a gatekeeper, you have the opportunity, almost a sacred duty, to help bring this person into the fold of access. To welcome this person who may have obvious or hidden baggage around seeking some type of care into a safe space.

This person has reached out, has made an attempt to do the right thing, to access this care.

And this first interaction can truly make it or break it.

If a person who is trying to make an appointment, trying to ask a question or is in need of care feels judgement, feels pushed away or unwanted, feels uncomfortable, this can potentially reinforce the worldview that they don’t belong.

Or…this interaction could be a turning point.

If they walk into a gym, ready to make the leap of beginning fitness. If they walk into a farmer’s market, ready to add more vegetables. If they walk into an herbalist’s office, a massage studio, yoga class, health food store, running-shoe store, feminist sex shop….making this shift could change their freakin life.

They have taken a step.

What may be just another day to you could be a moment someone else has built up the courage to do for, like, ever.

Many people carry a lifetime of baggage, of judgement, of abuse, of discomfort, of self-loathing around like a big heavy stupid backpack,  and it’s just enough to hold them back.

Maybe they already know they aren’t from around here. Maybe they drink too much, don’t take enough walks, rely excessively on quick fixes.. Maybe they already know the pain of rejection. Maybe they already know what that damn raised eyebrow means.

There may be a reason that someone has avoided seeking needed care. There may be a history that you can’t see. Neither the mainstream nor the alternative healthcare systems have always been kind to everyone.   It is noone’s fault, it just “is”.

And, to those on the front lines of healthcare, I honor you, Physical care, mental care, fitness, alternative and mainstream– I don’t heap with you blame or anger for being human. Many of you are doing GREAT. And…Perhaps you have your own baggage. Perhaps you are just having a tough day. I thank you for the work you do.

But if you are able to keep this in mind, if you are able to welcome all the freaks into your space, actively welcome, to remember that it may feel foreign to some, dangerous even, to be accessing your services, perhaps you can see yourself as THE ANSWER. Or at least AN answer. This outreach position has the potential to literally shift someone’s feelings about the entire system. This interaction can be THE pivotal moment for a marginalized person. Or this moment can just reinforce the beliefs a person already holds.

“This is not for me.” “I am an outsider.”

They might bring vulnerability, shame, misunderstanding. You can be a bridge.

And around 90% of people are not seeking the lecture that you could deliver–even if, technically, you are “right”.

Maybe there will always be a douchebag who feels the need to yell at less-fit persons who finally worked up the courage to start running. Maybe there will always be a person who rolls their eyes when you say you have never had a primary care doctor. Maybe there will always be an herbalist who insists your colon isn’t clean enough. Maybe some people need to feel superior to those dorks who drag themselves out of bed, try their best, don’t fit in but do it anyway.


But don’t let that douchebag be you.


How I learned to Cook



As I am planning a little trip to the California Bay area I am reflecting on how I learned to cook. I am delighted by people’s stories, and I am delighted by food, and the combination of the two even more so, and for me there was “a moment”.

I grew up without knowing much about food or cooking. My mother was not very domestic and didn’t cook much, she was more the “I can use power tools” kinda lady. My father introduced me to a few key things–seafood, Thai and cured meats, but didn’t impart he skills of making them.

Noone in my lineage was particularly into cooking, actually.

So, you know, I could microwave a potato and I knew how to order a pizza.



I’d cooked in restaurants, terribly, mixing up giant vats of over-peppered stuffies in a hotel kitchen, frying eggs poorly for tourists in Puerto Rico, frothing lattes and shmearing bagels.

I ate stuff.

But I didn’t really GET  it.

When I was 20 I left Rhode Island for Bishop, CA via a long, meandering road trip with multiple rock-climbing detours. We ate a lot of sardines, diner food and carrot sticks.  A few months into this I ended up in San Francisco to visit my sister, and went out to lunch in Little Italy. I’m sure I was broke, and I’m sure the place we went was not the fanciest, I remember it as unassuming and the kind of place that would offer lunch specials that two scrappy young Rhode Islanders would like.



So I had a salad, and it was, like, leafy. This was 1998 maybe, before frisee was a household word.

The dressing was not fluorescent orange.

And then there was spaghetti, I thought I’d had spaghetti before. I thought I “knew” spaghetti, but this was al dente, covered in olive oil, like real olive oil, Calamata olives, and diced tomatoes.

Some douchebag came over and grated Parmesan cheese onto the whole thing.

I coulda died.

Oh, and I had a glass of wine. In a real wine glass, not a Ball jar. Wine that enhanced the food, a concept I certainly had not grasped before.

At that moment something clicked in my head. Cooking is not hard. Cooking is, at its best, taking great ingredients, combining them with a light touch, and trying not to fuck them up.

That’s it.

It was like I unlocked this big, clunky. mysterious box and out spilled bitter, salty, sweet, chewy, lemony and oily, and I ate it.

I see people slogging through their cooking, following other people’s recipes to the letter, worrying themselves sick over whether it’s perfect enough, or healthy enough, or “clean” enough.

(Don’t worry, it is.)

And I just want to impart a bit of the joy, the meditation, the creativity, the rebellion I feel when I cook. Yes, occasionally cooking feels like a chore. But mostly it is a constant companion in my life’s struggle.

I now cook every single day of my life. I cook with my eyes closed, with both hands behind my back. I cook with my eyes, my nose, my ears, my mouth. I cook with my instincts. I cook things I’ve grown or foraged or bartered. I cook without recipes, mostly. I cook well, mostly. I can cook for 100 without fear. I cook and then I actually eat it. I cook for family, friends, lovers, dogs.

And I still make that simple Calamata olive spaghetti that changed it all.



Defending Herbalism, or not.


At one point in my herbalist journey I refused to read or listen to anything which criticized my path. Those jerks! What is their problem? Herbs are great! Haven’t they read my blog?!?!?! And then I sought these people out, just to get myself all fired up, to craft long, meandering defenses of plant  medicine in my head while I washed dishes or dug holes.


My love of herbal medicines was fragile, like a precious bit of fine China, something I needed to protect and guard. And I felt like I needed to defend my right to use herbs and to make my own health choices, and I was interested in being right.

I would pick out the one point that they got wrong, while ignoring the parts which may have taught me something. Why can’t everyone see my way?!?! How can they possibly not GET this!?!?

But now, I don’t give a rat’s ass.

I have moved through the idea that other people need to believe what I believe. (Mostly.) I actively seek out people who don’t use herbs, and I am interested in why some people dislike them, make other choices or can’t access them.

I have tried things. like actually tried, not just read about them in a book or a  magazine.

I have seen areas where herbs and other “alternative” healthcare have not worked, are not the best choice, or are promoted in actively manipulative, confusing  or even potentially harmful ways.

And ultimately, I feel less threatened by others who want to prove me wrong. Go ahead. In fact, it would be helpful. I will read your critiques now, and sometimes they are right, sometimes wrong, sometimes both. I feel more confident in my use of plant medicines and my connection with plants, as well as my movement and nutrition choices, but I am always willing to learn more, to dig deeper, to ask questions, even of myself.

And I can see the humor in our humanity, the way we divide ourselves, the way we all form our groups and our paradigms and our dogmas and stick onto them like medicinal leeches. It is freeing to unstick myself from the sweaty leg of any one side, any one path.

And as I get older I have more of a grasp of what it means for a person and an idea to mature. I do love the new, fresh, youthful rage-against-the-system energy that innovates and wears hot pink and turns it up and  boinks everything that moves, and must yell THIS WORKS in all caps on every herbal forum. Juicy, but fragile. But  I am falling in love with this more mature phase that brushes off others’ hyperbole and panic, lets my actions speak for themselves and commits to just keep walking, outlasting the haters. Well, tries to.

I still want to debate people who disagree with me, and I still want to share my love and joy around plant  medicines. And, OK, I occasionally still craft long silly arguments in my head. But I am not afraid of the other sides anymore. And there are many sides, not just 2, not just for vs against, not just pro vs anti, not just woo vs science, not just tin foil hats vs Big Pharma conspiracies.  Maybe, sometimes, they have a point. Or maybe they are reactionary douchebags. Maybe they are just lonely or disconnected, and maybe we can be friends.

Perhaps now I’m strong enough to find out.


Dissent and the evolution of a path



Sometimes the world feels full of contention. From the highways to the internet, from massive world wars to minor infractions between neighbors it sometimes feels like too much. The desire to just  get along, to retreat to a safe space where we all agree, where we all just love each other is very tempting.

There are now magazines and websites with only “happy” news and books which tell us that if we can eliminate all negative thoughts we can be better people and create a better world.

I get that.

But I disagree.

As an herbalist I do encounter a lot of anti-herbalism sentiment in the world and there have been times when I wanted to run and hide, to avoid all of the words that challenged me and challenged my path. Fucking Science!  So Judgemental! But as time goes on, I don’t think it is that clear.

I feel like the world of herbalism and the greater world of alternative healthcare is rife with manipulation, New-Age ideas and purposeful avoidance of certain realities.

To be clear, I also feel like the world of herbalism is rife with genius, innovation and interesting solutions and I feel like the world of standardized medicine contains both extremes, too-and everything in between.

And I ask myself, how can all of these things be possible at once? How can I so fully love and so fully disagree with so many people and so many paths?

Sometimes I wish to dismantle or debunk what I see as myths and misunderstandings within my world, whether it is Science, religion, new age thought or health care…but who the hell am I to  claim all the answers?

And I know that it can be so grating, that feeling that someone thinks you’re wrong, knowing someone  is watching you, waiting for you to screw up, to say something stupid, to fail so they can tear you apart, destroy your heart or your life or your path. It is an awkward place to be, and it works to keep people silent and hidden.

And it is rare that I find others with whom I can truly be myself. Where I can engage in healthy debate and present arguments and we can keep on loving or at least mutually respecting each other. (Arguments should not be confused with fights–one is 2 or more people presenting and working through ideas together for a purpose and one is 2 or more people actively opposing each other for no purpose)

So few people that I meet are able to navigate this complex world without choosing a side, without clinging to binaries and extremes, without us having to agree on every single freaking thing in order to be allies.

Well, I don’t want to choose a side. I don’t want my love of flowers to keep me from exploring facts or loving data or identifying fallacious thinking. I won’t let my belief in the scientific method keep me from my beloved walking meditations in the forest. I believe we can hold many truths inside of us.

And dissent is a crucial part of the evolution of any culture. Dissent is the way we innovate, the way we move stagnant ideas that aren’t truly serving us or our community. Dissent is a right and a responsibility.

There are many things I personally question which I see promoted within the greater world of herbal healing–astrology, crystal healing, positive thinking, cultural appropriation, homeopathy, cleansing– just to name a few.

But I believe that for most of us,  when we wake up in the middle of the night filled with fear and dread it is not a list of facts that we need to soothe us back to sleep. I can see very clearly where the desire, the need to believe in things comes from. And I see some reasons why people are suspicious of science, why people choose confirmation bias and wish to reinforce precious beliefs that get us through the night.

So how can we move forward, together?


I would like to see more respectful argument and debate happen without the discussion devolving into name-calling, woo-shaming and un-friending.

I would like to see more of us actively seek out new information which challenges our worldview, our beliefs and paradigms.

I would like to see those of us in the herbalist community provide a more active peer-review.

I would like to see unethical alternative health-care products and manipulative or harmful  CAM websites, books and claims actively debunked by those of us within the community.

I would like to see many of the herbal myths which persist actively dismantled.

I would like to see respectful integration and open-minded discussion happen between different types of practitioners.

And I would like access. I would like herbs and movement and nutrition to not just BE accessible to all but to FEEL accessible too. I would also like science to be accessible to all, if desired.

I did a very thorough search via internet, the local bookstore and talking to people to find out what it is about alternative healthcare that turns some people off, and the reality is that it’s pretty brutal out there. The public face of alternative healthcare is full of extreme claims, paranoia, oversimplification, marketing ploys and magical thinking. I think that taking an honest look at this  representation may help us to better serve our community, and that is the real goal for me, not just being “right”.

I think that ultimately, the way our media can be filtered, we have the ability to block out dissent and only hear from those we agree with. We have the ability to constantly reinforce our previously held beliefs and shut out the questioners, shut out the skeptics and the uncomfortable realities. While fully understanding how very tempting this is, I now suggest we shift out of this phase and into one of active self-challenge, accountability, productive debate and deep questioning of everything we hold dear.

So, friends, community, allies, I respect you, even if I don’t agree with you, and I look forward to watching herbalism evolve and grow and change, together.

I am willing to be proven wrong. Heck, I’d even like it.

Let’s talk.


A Hygiene Hypothesis of the Mind

"I break down my model as I  teach it so as not to believe it too much."-Gil Hedley

“I break down my model as I teach it so as not to believe it too much.”-Gil Hedley

There has been some exciting developments in the world of microbial research lately. It turns out that the immune system may get stronger by being challenged. For some time, our culture has tried to eliminate challenges from external things like bacteria, viruses and parasites. We have tried to reduce the discomfort of (most) people in every way possible, from never having to feel cold or hot to never having to walk up stairs or experiencing drippy snot. Culturally, we may have solved some problems with this way of thinking. For example, I rarely get a chamberpot full of excrement dumped on my head while flaneuring through the streets. But we have created problems with this paradigm, too.

However, it is not the issue of the fragility of our physical immune systems that I am thinking about today, but the mental consequences of this paradigm. Resilience, adaptability and mental agility are like meaty biceps-they must be actively challenged in order to grow. And by keeping ourselves away from challenges to our worldview we are complicit in  creating our own fragility.

How does this apply to the world of health?

There are 2 extremes in the world of health-care.  (oversimplification alert)

The first is the super-woo, those un-grounded folks who believe that alternative health-care is the ONLY way, that everything ancient and natural is good and everything “chemical” and medical is an evil conspiracy. This type of person will try any insane remedy as long as it’s marketed with alternative buzzwords like energy, crystalline, conspiracy theory,  ozonated and detox. They embrace gurus, appropriate everything and pursue clean colons like it’s their religion.

The second extreme is the super-skeptic. They worship Science with a capital S. They will never try even the most un-controversial alternative to standardized medicine, such as bitters or meditation or massage. They equate every non-scientist with crystal-pushing homeopathy-sucking snake-handling opossum-humpers and never, ever pass up a chance to put others down. They call everyone who doesn’t agree with them a “quack” or a “witch doctor”, (which BTW is kinda racist.)


So how have we gotten to this state? I see it as a refusal to challenge our own beliefs. It is so easy to see how other people should question THEIR beliefs–but fail to examine our own. And it’s not just healthcare–this happens in politics, culture, religion, food, fitness. My god is the best god. Rap is offensive but Elvis is heroic. Vegans are crazy but Paleo is totally reasonable. Noone should squat. Everyone should squat. Guns don’t kill people! People kill people! But only bad people! And thrift store clothes are full of demons! Agh! How are we even alive?!?!?!

Whew. And this fear-based existence is contributing to an inability to innovate and create and  thrive-and blocking us from working together.

It’s like the other side is a dark forest that inspires fear and distrust inside of us, but it’s actually just what we need…a trip into the darkness, an exploration of some other ways of being, of understanding, of seeing.

We are not facing our fears.

We are not entering the forest.

We are in denial of other possibilities.

We live in fear of discomfort.

It is time to rebuild our bridges, my friends. To integrate, to work together, to create. Time to question what we have accepted, and why. Time to experiment.  If your beliefs are truly your beliefs, they will stand up under scrutiny, under an influx of new information, under debate.

Because listening to opposing viewpoints does not create doubt. Doubt is already there. Exploration just reveals it.

And it turns out that some of our beliefs will be bullhockey.

And it turns out that we may look more deeply at something we dislike and realize it is actually dogshit, and we were right all along. But at least we checked.

So let’s stop sanitizing our incoming information. Let’s stop getting all of our news from sources we like. Let’s stop avoiding people who we disagree with. Let’s stop suppressing and blocking “the other”. Let’s cross-pollinate and come up with some new paths. Let’s get our minds dirty with the beneficial bacteria of a new way of thinking and populate our thoughts with questions and systematic inquiry. Let’s move forward, free from the fear of challenge and change, together.


Ten Minutes a Day



I was chatting with my dear friend Rob recently about people who believe they don’t have enough time to incorporate movement into their lives. I suggested that these people could start with just 10 minutes a day. His response was  “Ten minutes of yoga isn’t going to fix anything!”

Maybe. Probably not. But I am not suggesting someone spends 10 minutes, once,  working out. I am suggesting that every single day you commit to 10 minutes of some kind of movement–whether it is 10 minutes of kettle bell swings, 10 minutes of running, 10 minutes of using  super cheap and portable resistance bands, 10 minutes of dance or 10 minutes of whatever inspires you.

Now I can see how easy it is to claim this is worthless, but think of it this way: our body adapts to what we give it. There is, eventually, a cumulative effect. Let’s say you smoked crack for 10 minutes a day. No big deal, you might say, it’s only 10 minutes. And smoking crack for 10 minutes out of your entire life will most likely not actually destroy you. (I am not suggesting it, just being realistic.)

Let’s say you smoke crack for 10 minutes a day, EVERY DAY. Can you visualize how this will start to change you? You become accustomed to it, you start to want it. You realize you will do whatever needs to be done to get it. It becomes your priority.

This is how change happens for people who aren’t sure they’re all in. An experiment becomes a commitment, becomes a way of life.

The next thing you know, you’re doing squats while watching TV, running to the mailbox and back, taking the stairs-because you LIKE the feeling, crave the movement, not out of guilt or wanting to please someone else.

That is the secret of movement: it actually can provide us with positive rewards in both body and brain.

I love rewards! Maybe you do too?

But you have to start somewhere.


Herbal skin care: put something on it!



I would like to address a few common ideas in the world of skin care. One thing that I notice amongst us humans is  the idea that we always want to put something on it, whatever “it” is. WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!!!! Maybe not. So before we decide what to do, we may want to ask “Should I do anything at all?” Think it through. Many skin conditions are temporary, self-limiting conditions that need time, fresh air and/or  just a little extra nutritional support to resolve themselves. So I advise that we do not always go nuts putting things on other things in the interest of feeling like we are productive people.

But I get a lot of questions about skin, and sometimes we do want to participate more actively in resolving a condition. Here are a few frequent questions I am asked, and my brief response.

Hey, how about a little contact dermatitis?

Hey, how about a little contact dermatitis?

1.Wound care.”How can I stop bleeding naturally?” Ok, if you are bleeding a lot, consider whether or not you need medical care please. If not, consider whether or not stopping all bleeding is ideal. What role is bleeding playing in the healing? It may be flushing out the germs or rabies or fangs or whatever that don’t belong in there. So be wary of suppressing that action.

Additionally, while I am a fan of natural stuff, remember that natural is not always the best. Use what works, whether it is a chemical shit-storm or not. We don’t always HAVE to suffer for our ideals.

It is my experience that most wounds that are not hospital-worthy will stop bleeding within a reasonable amount of time all by themselves. But if not, Yarrow is a favorite. I love a good fresh yarrow poultice. But look at the wound–is it better to use a strong decoction or diluted tincture? Remember, before you put some plant matter into a wound ask yourself how you’ll get it out.

Clean it out and use the proper fist aid techniques and products to protect yourself.

2. Fungus! I get a lot of inquiries for an anti-fungal salve. Here is my thought: NO. I believe that oil-based products are a great way to encourage fungus. So I do not personally recommend any oil-based product on your fungal problem.

I suggest powders to keep the area dry–clay, or clay mixed with herbs. Sometimes you hear X herb has anti fungal properties. That’s cool, but is it going to fix the problem? Probably not all by itself. Having properties against fungus does not mean cures fungal breakouts. So if you wish to include powdered herbs in your anti-fungal blend, try Barberry root, Black Walnut (yes, it stains), Chaparral, Thyme, Monarda, Sage.

I will suggest soaking the affected part in white vinegar and/or salt water often, like daily, too.

But more importantly, try to work on your Microbiome. Supporting the body’s bacterial balance may go further towards healing chronic fungal issues than anything applied externally.

And here is a question–I hear often that we should use flip-flops to prevent ourselves from getting fungus is a public place. Can anyone explain to me what kind of flip-flop prevents spores from splashing onto you in a shower? And then what, you are carrying around these fungi-ed up flip-flops? I just don’t know about this.

3. Rashes. OMG, there are sooo many reasons for a rash to appear. I don’t have a one-size-fits-all rash product. First, determine the cause. Is the rash a symptom, or is it the problem? Treating a chronic symptomatic  rash externally with an herb is not all that useful. Deal with the underlying condition.

4. Acne. Importantly with acne, as with many skin issues, let’s take a moment and address the cultural issues. There is so so much pressure to present with perfect skin, lighter, darker, shinier, un-shinier, and the judgement that comes with acne or any other kind of skin issue just needs to back. off.

Ok, so here is another issue where we can ask about underlying causes. I  see a lot of herbal acne products, usually washes and spot treatments. This may work for an occasional breakout but it is unlikely to fix anything chronic or long-term. In my experience,  Bitters to support the liver and its clearance, especially of hormones, Goldenrod to support the kidneys, and hormone balancing herbs to reduce hormones that swing about wildly are some places to start. I am also a fan of oil-cleansing, I use coconut oil but I suggest you experiment with your own oil combo. (I feel the need to  to mention here that coconut oil is not actually a cure or everything.) I am a fan of probiotic cleansers too. Many of the so-called antibacterial washes do more harm than good. It is not always bad bacteria that is causing your imbalance, and killing all bacteria leaves us with a bacterial vacuum. Bacteria can be great! I have seen yogurt work as a probiotic cleanser if you are not up for spending 50 dollars on such things.

5. Cellulite. Cellulite is not a pathology, it’s not a disease. It is what people actually look like. Get over it. You’d be better off spending that money on a nervine and a nice pair of undies than “cellulite-melting oil”-I call bullshit.

6. Scrapes and stings. I generally think we should allow these things to heal on their own, and I do not make an all-purpose scrapes salve. This is like heresy amongst herbalists, and I am not saying don’t, but I am coming out: I do not currently make or use a plantain or calendula or comfrey salve. If I need something, I’ll use a tincture in a spray bottle, and it is usually more for the purpose of cleaning a wound than speeding its healing. This is usually a combination of Wild Rose, Yarrow and Barberry. I use Propolis tincture on occasion too.

7. Sunburn. I use Rose hydrosol.

8. Windburn. I use oil– Jojoba oil  or a blend.

9. Dry skin. I use the cacao-y-est, dankest, smelliest Cocoa butter I can find. I like butters in general, Shea butter too. I might mix it with a little bit of herb-infused oil. Or not. I add a few drops of Cacao EO (optional) and rub it all over-lips, too. But don’t forget to eat good oils and fats too!

And screw those ads that make us feel inferior for having a freakin dry patch. “oh, don’t be like a lizard”. Trust me, the one thing standing between you and hot sex is not a little dry skin, OK?

10. Poison Ivy. If you read herbal groups and blogs, you may notice a near-universal love of Jewelweed. I admit, I do not care for it as a Poison Ivy treatment. I like the combination of Sassafrass root, Grindelia and Menthol popularized by Herb Pharm. I like Sweetfern as a wash or tincture. I like salt water, the cheapest and most widely available skin solution. Soak in it, swim in it, spray it on.  And I will use a lymphatic like Cleavers internally. But remember, the best treatment is prevention–learn to ID it! However, even fabulous botanists get drunk and stumble into a patch to urinate on occasion.

I believe we should be aware of not pathologizing the normal, varied aspects of our bodies and our aging processes. Wrinkles, “uneven skin tone”, whatever that is, dry skin, oily skin, a failure to present as glowing and perfect are actually just part of alive-ness. Your skin and its appearance are partly a reflection of your genetics, your nutrition, your age, your hormones, your environment, your life experience, your resilience. What your skin is not is a reflection of your moral character.

You are not “toxic”, you are just reacting to life and it is usually normal and temporary. There are situations where skin issues are a sign of a food  or other allergy or sensitivity, of a particularly tough time, or of an inability to manage chronic stress in a way that works and it is great to work on these issues. But this takes time and support and management skills-not quick fixes. I see no need for miracle products,  harsh cleanses or juice fasts to force yourself to appear perfect.

And don’t forget to eat some good fats and gelatinous bone broth, get enough sleep and rest, keep your lymphatic system flowing with movement and massage.( And lymphatic herbs if desired!) Manage stress, consider taking it easy on the alcohol, drugs and smoking and get a little pleasure in your life.

And ultimately, explore the feeling of having a little faith in your body’s ability to heal, the empowerment of being able to handle minor skin issues at home, and the strength to give the finger to those who wish to sell you something “as seen on TV” to fix it all in 30 days or less.

"I have this weird skin thing"

“I have this weird skin thing”