Little Changes
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Little Changes is a succulent swirling lollipop of lessons about the products we smother on our skin, foods we devour, and surroundings in which we immerse ourselves. A gut-wrenching roller coaster of emotions, her adventure involves a Western Grebe, farm stand spinach, a meaty love story, a rock in Wyoming, and some pioneers—which eventually captured national attention. <br><br>With a cup of humor, a smidgeon of sarcasm, and a wallop of mainstream motherhood, Little Changes enlightens readers about the simmering, swelling, epic transformation of our generation; becoming self-advocates for their own environmental health.<br><br>Diagnosed with aggressive breast cancer at age thirty-six and with three young children at home, Kristi started on a quest to eliminate harmful chemicals from her life and environment. Now a proponent for environmental health, Kristi's passion is to share her knowledge and journey with others. "So many people are reluctant to make changes in their lives because they think it's going to be expensive or time consuming. But making little changes over time in the products we smother on our skin, foods we devour, and surroundings we immerse ourselves, doesn't have to be difficult." Kristi's dynamic message empowers her audiences to choose wiser products with kinder, simpler ingredients, giving themselves the gift of the best life possible.
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Kristi Marsh. Little Changes
Next
New Dawn
A New Job Description
What Was Really Bugging Me?
Thirsty To Learn
The Missing Piece
Lab Rats
Take Me Home
And a Little Bit of Grief
Moonlighters
Toxic Stew
Smother
Foundation
Trio of Tools
Two Mug Shots
My Makeover
Devour
The Ride Down
A Sprinkle of This
To Be or Not To Be
Waiter, There’s a GMO In My Soup!
Labor To Love
Meaty Love Story
Urban Hunter
Romance at the Meat Counter
Eggcellent Adventure
Got Hormones?
Gluttonous Waist
Judgment Day
Wake Up Call
Make It Fun and It Will Get Done
Immerse
Serendipity
Right Where I Am
Conventional Wisdom
Immerse
Future History
The Proclamation
Pioneer Girls
Circling the Wagons
Dear Reader,
Thoughts from Stacy Malkan
Resources. Forty Little Changes
Choose Wiser’s Chemicals to Avoid
Ways To Inspire Yourself and Others
Further Learning
Acknowledgements
About the Authors
Reader’s Guide
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Saliva seeped into the hollows under my tongue, preparing my body for the first wave of nausea. I closed my eyes and clutched the car door handle. My upper lip quivering, I exhaled a barely audible moan. I murmured to my husband, “Hon, I think…I think I’m feeling ill. It feels…like I’m seasick.” He said nothing, but I felt his presence stiffen with the protective mission to transport me home. The commute from the inner corridors of Boston to the suburbs was notorious for sluggish traffic. To quicken our drive, I disappeared inside my head.
With closed eyes, I lifted my feet onto the dashboard and slumped down into my seat searching my memory. Was this queasiness similar to my morning sickness? What had that been like? My first pregnancy was just eight years ago, but I was having a hard time concentrating. I scanned my memory files again. Ah, yes. I had mild, not remarkable, morning sickness with my pregnancies. Our towhead boys, Tanner and Kyle, were eight and six, and my baby girl Kaytee had just left her fierce threes. My life was full, loud, active, and deeply gratifying. My soul smiled, longing for my three anxious children. Perhaps this nausea, this poison, wasn’t so bad.
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I escaped by disappearing deep into memories—to a rocky cove and a sandy beach. The sun was melting into a pink celebration at dusk. Low tide revealed dark rocks filled with creeping crustaceans. My children, with wind-whipped hair and marshmallow-golden sun-kissed shoulders, collected ocean specimens in colored plastic pail aquariums. This was my happy place. Not even an arsenal of poison could eradicate this peace.
For me, this marked the beginning of my fight against the all too-common breast cancer. I had read one in eight women in the United States would be diagnosed. I prayed I was taking one for the team so that my friends and daughter would ride safely in my statistic and never become initiated into this sorority. I could hardly bear to think of loved ones enduring the slash and burn of operations and chemotherapy. Still, as brutal as modern methods may be, these chemicals have a place in our society. I am deeply appreciative for the science, drugs, and toxins that came to my defense. They gave me life.
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