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Stress Inheritance

I recently read an article on Aeon.co entitled Die, Selfish Gene, Die  by David Dobbs. It talks about the work of Steve Rogers, Mary Jane West-Eberhard and Gregory Wray (among others) and how physical and behavioral traits are not just about the genes themselves but also about the variation of expression available within each gene, and how genetically similar organisms can vary widely in their physical expression based upon their environment , e.g., grasshopper vs. locust; worker or scout bee vs. queen bee.

This made me think of an article I read several weeks ago that I’m still not sure that I fully understand, about how stress factors can cause epigenetic changes that can be passed on to offspring through changes increasing CRF-1 expression in the prefrontal cortex, affecting emotional regulation and decision making, even if those stressors occurred prior to conception. This ruled out the cause of these changes being congenital due to prenatal exposure to elevated cortisol levels. Further reading introduced the concept of DNA methylation which can suppress the expression of certain genetic factors and be passed on even while the actual DNA structure remains the same.

Often family members of war veterans experience what some call Secondary PTSD. Some mental health professionals believe that there really isn’t such a thing as Secondary PTSD, but that the family members can experience PTSD due to the frightening and sometimes violent behaviors of the veteran parent. In families where the parent’s behavior is not extreme enough to be a primary cause of PTSD, it would seem to me that the epigenetic changes discussed in the articles noted above would give some credence to changes in stress response of offspring, even if they were not primarily exposed to such stressors.

I work in child welfare services, and most, if not all, of the children in care have experienced some level of trauma. In extreme cases, this can manifest as Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD). If you’ve read about the difficulties adoptive families have had with the adoption of Romanian children from the austere and emotionally sterile orphanages there , many of their difficulties can be attributed to RAD due to their early childhood experiences. But if methylation of parental DNA prior to conception can cause such changes, then even children adopted at birth would be susceptible to stress disorders and attachment issues, and possibly their children as well, based not just on direct experience but inherited DNA expression or inexpression.

An abstract on the PNAS website states that methylation is a reversible process but doesn’t suggest that we know how it might happen naturally nor how we might positively facilitate it.

Bruce Lipton (and many other New Thought advocates) posit that “with our intentions and beliefs we can ‘reprogram’ or ‘control’ our genes and our lives”. It makes me wonder if the positive benefits I have personally experienced from meditation, affirmations, and a focus on positive and healing thoughts are things that can facilitate this demethylation and help erase the ill effects of stress inherited from previous generations.

New Rules for Tipping?

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A Yahoo article referencing a Payscale study (how circular could I get with this if I really tried?) says that if you’re still tipping your restaurant server 15%, then you’re below the norm and too darned cheap. I posit that this could be an example of declining math skills in the U.S. populace. It’s much easier to mentally double your bill and move the decimal point over than it is to actually attempt to calculate 15% of your bill. And on larger parties, the house will often add a gratuity of 18% onto the bill, which some patrons don’t notice and then tip again, thus driving the average tipping amounts even higher.

I normally tip about 20% when the service is anything better than adequate. Part of this is the laziness of not wanting to try to do math in my head (but I could if I wanted to -really!) and part is due to the fact that my mother and sister spent a good deal of the their adult work lives waitressing. I know how hard restaurant servers work and just how much that extra bit of income can mean to someone on the lower levels of the working class.

So, okay, maybe I should give my fellow diners the benefit of the doubt and agree that we have become more generous on the whole. But I still think that math thing has a lot to do with it.

Blackwing 602

I just got home to find my new pencils had been delivered. Palomino’s Blackwing 602 is highly recommended by Mark Frauenfelder at boingboing.net as being The Most Wonderful Pencil In The World. Well, at least his pencil of choice. I have been writing with whatever pencils I’ve found in the desk, and except for the last few “Write!” pencils given to me over a decade ago by my wonderful friend, Joy, I haven’t been really pleased with any of them.

I sharpened the first one with my manual sharpener, originally bought to be used with my art pencils, and then gave a little test scribble across a scrap piece of paper on my desk. It felt like the lead was almost hydroplaning across the surface of the page. I made everyone in the house give it a try and then we tried to figure out what hardness the lead might be. I did a quick search and found the answer at penciltalk.org. (Who knew there was an entire website devoted to talking about pencils??). According to the post, the lead is rated at a hardness level of 4B, but with an increased wax content that allows for the smoother flow in writing, and reducing the crumbling and smearing normally found in that soft a lead.

I am very excited to see how well it works during tomorrow morning’s journaling/writing session.

Dream Dollies and The Blogging Imperative

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Dream Dolly

 

The ladies from The Cleaning Authority are here working. I’ve been up since 7:00, journaling and then working to find the maximum amount of horizontal surface area so they could actually do their work. And now, it’s past time for me to head to my job, yet I am compelled to complete a daily blog post.  So, here goes.

Several years ago, I was reading about making dream pillows with calming herbs and thought that a washable doll with a secure pocket for changeable herb packets would be a great thing. The pocket is doubled back so that small fingers cannot remove it, but an adult can easily remove it in order to toss the dolly into the washer. I sewed up a few to sell on e-bay and then realized that while I really enjoyed designing it, and liked sewing specific items for specific people, I really did not like production sewing.

So, now I have a bin filled with patterns, assorted fabrics, yarns, herbs, and a few dollies that I may one day return to when I have a notion to do some sewing, crafty stuff. And I have also fulfilled the Blogging Imperative for today.

Daily Tarot – 242

At the end of every morning’s journaling session, I do a quick daily tarot spread based on the The Heart of the Tarot by Sandra Thompson, Robert Mueller, and Signe Echols. (I head the page “242” because it is “2 cards 4 2-day”.) It essentially takes the center of the 10-card Celtic Cross spread and posits that that is the most important part and all you need to concentrate on anyway. For a quick reading, it’s ideal and a nice way to have a daily tarot practice that doesn’t feel like studying. (I have had an Amazon Associates account for ages, and this is the first time I have attempted to embed a link and photo. I still can’t tell if it’s working through the “preview feature”. I guess I’ll see if it is there when I hit “post”.)

I look at tarot is an intersection between Jung’s concept of synchronicity and Rorschäch cards. It entertains me when my morning reading really seems to hit the mark, as it did the morning we left Dallas to come home after our Thanksgiving visit. The first card I drew, which in the two-card spread represents The Situation, was the Three of Swords. As you can see by the image below, it is not really a happy card, and I felt it really represented the feelings I had in leaving my granddaughters behind after such a short visit:

The second card of the two-card spread represents The Challenge. In a standard Celtic Cross spread, it is called the Crossing card, representing a major interaction, for good or ill, depending on the card. The second card that morning was The Chariot:

I didn’t really need to consult the book for help interpreting this very obvious two-card set-up. My heart hurt because we were on the road away from my girls.

Dominant Genes

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Etta & Gus Fraser c. 1953

This is a photo of my father’s parents. I don’t understand just how specific facial features can be so much more dominant than others, but in our family, Etta’s chin, cheeks and dimples are still showing up in almost all the babies in our family, now in the 5th and 6th generations from Mamaw & Papaw.

Here’s a picture of me:

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Baby Kay, around 6 months old

And a picture of my daughter:

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Baby Janette, around 12 months old

And a picture of my older granddaughter when she was brand-new:

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Baby Eva

And now our newest addition, her baby sister:

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Baby Kelsey

That’s five generations (too bad I don’t have baby pix of my Dad!), and some of my sister’s grandchildren have become parents, carrying these cheeks into the 6th generation.

When my daughter posted Kelsey’s first picture on Facebook, one of her cousins commented, “Yep – she’s one of ours!”

Marilynn, Your Avon Lady

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I know it’s the day after Thanksgiving, but I would be remiss if I didn’t mention how thankful I am to my in-laws, Marilynn and Herb, for the great job they did in raising my wonderful husband. They are lifelong entrepreneurs, and even though they are well into their retirement years, Marilynn can’t really bring herself to retire and is currently an award-winning saleswoman with Avon. Now matter where you live, you can order Avon on-line and have it delivered to your door. Click on the photo array above to go to Marilynn’s Avon page and see what fun stuff you can get delivered for Christmas. And no Black Friday crowds, either!

Respite For All

In Tampa, Mother attends the Adult Day Care program provided by Pinellas County’s Neighborly Care Network three times per week. Since she has attended at three different locations over the past 4 years, we just call it “The Senior Center” rather than trying to remember a new name each time. She loves going, loves the activities, and I love seeing her look forward enough to it to take the initiative to set her alarm and get herself up and medsed and coffeed and cookied in time for their van to pick her up around 8:00 a.m. on the days she attends. At home, since she attends while I am at work, it is less a respite for me than it is an enrichment for her. If she were just left alone at home all day, she would do nothing but lie down on the couch, dozing and watching the Encore Westerns channel, until it was time to make her sandwich for lunch. After lunch – back to the couch. Even though the physical therapists told her that lying down all the time is what contributes to her poor muscle tone and poor balance, she will not sit up without me being on her all the time about it, and life is too short for either of us for me to have to be the couch/pillow police all the time.

So, 3x per week at the Sr. Center is a definite help and enrichment for all of us. When she’s at home, she is on top of all of her ADLs (except bathing, and the bath lady comes every Tuesday) and since she watches the evening news, is generally more informed on local and national events than I am. When we got on the road for our Thanksgiving trip, however, all that structure and memory support was removed and it was like every day was a new day. She had a hard time realizing that while we were spending Thanksgiving Day at my niece’s home, we wouldn’t be there all week, and wouldn’t be sleeping there at all. She had a hard time remembering what day Thanksgiving was on. Every time it’s time to get back into the truck, she asks what side she’s supposed to get in on, even when Steve is standing beside the open door with the extra platform step set up beside it. She asked several times how long we would be staying in our hotel, and seemed surprised and amazed every single time she learned the answer was “six nights”.

The day before we were planning a busy day running around, one that I knew would be challenging for her, Steve and I were reading in the hotel room (with the tv muted and closed-captioned for her) when she said to me, “Look at all this money!” I looked up to see that she had gotten Steve’s wallet off the desk, opened it up, taken out all the credit cards, and was then marveling at our travel cash. At that point, I realized our plans for the following day were really beyond what we could reasonably expect for her and I started looking for some kind of respite placement. An internet search led me to the Scenario Adult Day Services near Bachman Lake in Dallas. I called and spoke initially to Ricky who was very helpful and encouraged us to come over that afternoon for a brief tour. We met with Miss Elizabeth (I forgot to get her card, so I don’t know her last name) who had us fill out some paperwork, had the nurse perform a brief health assessment, and helped us set up for a respite day for Tuesday.

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They have two buildings with separate programs, one for the elderly, where Mother attended, and the other for younger adults in need of daycare services. We were concerned Mom would object, but it has been pretty cold here this week, and when we said we would be doing a lot of walking around, and then referred to it as “The Dallas Senior Center”, she didn’t seem to have any objections. We dropped her off, and after running several errands and having lunch with a friend, we got back to the center in the middle of Bingo. She didn’t even notice we were there until that Bingo game was over. Later I asked her if she had enjoyed playing and she said yes, but she was disappointed they didn’t have any cookies for prizes. Oh, well.

Thank you, Ricky and Elizabeth and Scenario, for providing Mother a safe, fun place for the day and a bit of respite for all of us in the middle of our 9-day Texas Thanksgiving Odyssey 2013.

Yes. Yes, I am.

My bedroom writing space

My bedroom writing space

Yesterday, I was in the lobby area of the hotel having coffee with my wonderful husband and doing my Morning Pages (aka therapeutic journaling, aka daily brain dump), and a woman stopped at our table. She apologized for interrupting and asked if I was a writer. I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Yes. Yes, I am. And one day I plan on being a professional writer”. She noticed my Florida Writers Association t-shirt and commented on it and I was glad I had worn it.

She asked about my projects. I told her I had a blog that I was trying to pay more loving attention to, and an idea for a non-fiction book that I have established a URL for with the idea of blogging it into existence. She told me she had a screenwriting idea for a complete story arc for a current television show that has had a poor storyline into its latest season. I wrote down my blog URL for her. We exchanged the titles of a couple of books each thought the other might enjoy.

It was so cool!

I would go on and on here for awhile, but Mother keeps looking at her watch and asking when we’re leaving for Wills Point and our family Thanksgiving get-together. I guess I’ll stop making her wait.

Texas Food (So Far)

Waffle made with the Texas-shaped waffle iron at the Dallas La Quinta breakfast area

Waffle made with the Texas-shaped waffle iron at the Dallas La Quinta breakfast area

How nice to be back in Texas, even if only for a visit. Even the food is welcoming me home.

Biscuits & Gravy 11.26.13

Biscuits with white cream gravy, also at the La Quinta breakfast bar. Very southern. Very yummy.

Whataburger!

Whataburger!

And what trip back to Texas would be complete without a stop in at Whataburger! A Texas tradition since 1950!

Burger sign 11.25.13

Avocado Bacon Burger? On Texas toast? Yes, please!! (Although I did pass on the jalapenos – I’m a kinda sissy native Texan.)

Actual Burger 11.25.13

Well, okay, the actual sandwich is not quite as pretty as the one in the ad on the wall, but it was still pretty tasty.

Steve, too!

Steve, too!

And look – all this food photographing behavior is contagious!