Black Cohosh, Wild Yam and Sacagawea
By Laura Slattery

Life is full of surprises and wild yam that you rub on your arm was one, but I wouldn't tell my mother that because she always has to be say things to shock and to be different. On purpose. And it makes me crazy.
Last June, as we sat around the picnic table, family and friends gathered for a birthday party, Kay asks Mom, "Do you still take the estrogen with progesterone?" Mom answers by saying, "Black Cohosh, it's a plant and wild Peruvian yam, you rub it on. Your body absorbs it. So you rub it on… right here on your arm."Then she makes a rubbing motion on her arm near the soft crease at the inside of her elbow.

There is a moment of silence.

There's frequently a moment of silence after my mother speaks. I know she loves that silence. I know she's sitting there just waiting for any one of us to ask, "What the hell is Black Cohosh?" or, "Why the hell would you want to rub wild Sumatran yam on your arm?" Then she can smile, just a little, but very knowing, smile. Then she can go on to explain how it isn't Sumatran, it's Peruvian and they are the things for hot flashes and night sweats, and for someone like her who had a complete hysterectomy. I know she will delight in the fact that she can go on to tell, again, how the doctor took all her female parts and how she doesn't have sex any more. Not that she can't, just that she doesn't seem to have the desire to. (Maybe if she rubbed herself with eggplant or wild mango she would get her sex drive back.)
In the same vein of being different, Mom always has to know something about everything. The conversation just after learning all about Black Cohosh and wild Bavarian (yeah, yeah I know) yam goes like this.
Kay, "I like the succotash you made, Laura."
Angela, "Succotash, I wonder if that is an Indian word?"
Me, "I would think it is. It sounds a bit like Sacagawea. You know, the Indian princess who traveled with Lewis and Clark."
Mom, "It is not Sack-a-ga-we-a, it is Sah-cog-we-a. We have been mispronouncing it for years."
Moment of silence, Mom smiles, just a little smile.

This is no surprise.

Laura can be found on the web address below also.

http://www.angelfire.com/amiga/iecwc/index.html


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