My private practice for over a decade was focused on digestive health and the gut-brain axis, with very left-brain pursuits of tracking food consumption, creating meal plans, and measuring and evaluating blood, stool, saliva, and urine tests. Oh and cooking classes, of course. I was a steadfast believer that the key to all health is based on what we choose to eat and that this health can be measured and tracked by lab tests. I was wrong. I apologize for how many I have lead on this path, instead of supporting you to to create and follow your own.
My parents divorced when I was four and I was raised by my mom. Although my mom took me to visit my dad a lot growing-up, he still got to be the cool parent that wasn’t there for the real stuff—my first heartache, the first friend to commit suicide, my first and only broken arm, my first wrestling match with addiction and all my other firsts.
My dad is a cowboy. A true Montana mountain man. He is hardened. He drinks too much. He doesn’t share his emotions. He is so far right-wing that we actually agree on those things that make me very far to the left. He is always there for those who ask for his help. We disagree. I disappoint him. He disappoints me. He watches Fox “News” (constantly). We drive each other absolutely crazy. We don’t understand one another. He is my dad.