Barefoot in the Park … Ouch!
It happens every year, just like clockwork. Well, come to think of it, it is exactly clockwork … it’s the end of summertime.
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It happens every year, just like clockwork. Well, come to think of it, it is exactly clockwork … it’s the end of summertime.
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(The photo above is an example of the notes one of my students took and organized after taking my courses, Allergic and Detox.) As we celebrate Labor Day today, I began thinking about what this day means. But we discussed all its various meanings sufficiently in my previous blog, “Happy Homeopathic Labor Day,” so
Hi! Buster, the Bad Office Dog, here. Mom was recently discussing her latest subject for the Emergency Remedy Series:
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“Look it up in the dictionary!” How many times have we moms said that to our kids when they have endlessly asked us what a particular word means?
You’re busy. You already have a full life. How are you supposed to find the time to learn homeopathy?
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Hi! Buster, the Bad Office Dog, here. Every once in a while, Mom will mumble under her breath that I’m getting on her last nerve. Frankly, I don’t see how that’s physically possible. I may be furry and walk on all fours, but I’m not stupid! The human body has billions of nerve cells. Therefore,
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What’s black and white and red all over? A Top 100 Homeopathic Medicine Kit, of course!
Summertime is filled with sun and fun but, unfortunately, it can also be more than a little treacherous.
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This week’s entry into the Emergency Remedy Series is Aconitum napellus or Aconite as we call it for short. Uh-oh. I can see your quizzical gaze from here. (Don’t forget, first and foremost, I’m a mom. I have eyes in the back of my head!)
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Hey. I’m Eleanor Pigby. Remember me? Buster, the Bad Office Dog, wrote about me recently. Usually, I’m happy … following my mom around the house, merrily grunting. But as I write to you today, I’m not grunting at all. I guess you would say I’m “disgruntled.”