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A Jungian herbalist?

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | November 8, 2008 - 12:00am

I never cared much for drugs, hated them for as long as I can remember. I hated having to drink Scott’s Emulsion. I hated taking Milk of Magnesia or castor oil.

Modern Living

Wild & mature Jungian

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | October 8, 2005 - 12:00am

The day started badly enough so I took off for Rico-Renzo Gallery, ordered the largest breakfast they had, which I did not truly want, and ate it joylessly anyway. I was an hour early for the Wild Woman Workshop,...

Modern Living