Several months ago I saw Milk, the film about the openly gay, San Francisco politician Harvey Milk. I didn’t know anything about him because I was in medical school and doing my ob/gyn residency when Harvey was organizing the Castro district of San Francisco. (That was a time in my life when I missed a lot of popular culture because I pretty much lived in the hospital! In fact, I’ve never seen an episode of the Brady Bunch.) So what a pleasure to see this beautiful and touching film.
Our bodies and those of our daughters were created by a seamless web of nature and nurture, of biology informed by consciousness that we can trace back to the beginning of time. Thus, every daughter contains her mother and all the women who came before her.