Love from Grandma

**Possible trigger warning: I am going to include details about my Grandma’s death that some readers may find disconcerting.**

My Grandma first became ill in 2008, a few months before I gave birth to my third child. She eventually recovered from that particular health issue, only to face breast cancer. While she was alive during this time, I did not see her much. I found her to be different from the woman I had known my whole life and somehow managed to convince myself that either she was already dead or would someday miraculously return to her vibrant, no-nonsense self. I don’t recommend either of these coping techniques, though they did keep me somewhat sane for a long time. I was able to see her on occasion without thinking about what was really happening or what I might be missing out on. To be fair to myself, I had a lot going on in my own life over those years, including having a miscarriage, another kid, a year dealing with the mental fallout after having said kid, and all the ins/outs of having a busy life….though I also admit this is a paltry excuse.


At my wedding in 2010

At my wedding in 2010

A few months ago, I was forced to deal with the reality that she was indeed alive and dying. There were a host of emotions that came along with that, guilt for not being more involved over the past several years, missing the woman she was, fear of losing my aunt as well, and guilt. Did I mention guilt? A LOT of guilt.

I did my best to do what I could with what seemed like the little time we had left. I helped where I could, which was precious little compared to her primary caregivers: my aunt, her husband, my cousin. The most I could do was take on the role I take best, doula, and support them in their endeavors. Truly, this proved much harder because I was also facing my own emotions at the same time. I tried to set them aside to be supportive of those doing the hard work. Was I successful? Who knows.

In my loftier, enlightened moments, it felt sacred to bear witness to this event. My internal struggle with guilt sometimes left me drained, but when I let go of that and was able to just be, it felt more like the honor it was. At other times, it felt horrid and cruel to watch this amazingly strong woman wither away. I felt privileged to have some lucid moments with her, moments where we could talk like we used to and she maintained the same eloquence I’d always loved about her. Throughout my life, I always felt like Grandma understood me, even when she probably didn’t. This was a remarkable quality about her, one I have yet to master.

me: “Grandma, how did you do it? How did you manage to not lose your mind when your kids were younger?”

Grandma: “You just do it. You do what you can, with the information you have at the time.”

As the end seemed nearer, it got harder to pretend like I wasn’t feeling sad. I chastised myself for feeling sad, as it seemed selfish when she was so obviously suffering! It also felt selfish because I wasted precious time with my false reality and my aunt was suffering right alongside her with both her own feelings as well as exhaustion/illness from the role of primary caregiver.

One of the last times I visited, there were tears a plenty. I simply walked in and saw my aunt laying with Grandma, then lost it. We spent a lot of time that day just holding hands, something so seemingly small or trivial and yet so deeply intimate.



These last visits, I started to be able to see beyond my own sadness to the privilege of what was happening. We were being granted time to say things that needed to be said, hear things that needed to be heard and to walk with her as she approached death.

A few hours before she died, I went to her house. I couldn’t sleep, so I texted my aunt to ask if it was okay for me to come. I told my husband how silly I felt going because there didn’t seem to really be a reason, I just wanted to be there. I couldn’t explain it. My aunt prepared me for what I might see and the plan was for me to sit with Grandma so she could get some sleep. Instead, we gathered around Grandma and held her while she died. In some ways, it was incredibly enigmatic, an experience I will never forget. It was also slightly horrifying because it’s not something we see very often. The parallels to birth are overwhelming (someday I want to write about that). Often, my aunt and I remarked how easy it was to see the similarity in dying/death to laboring/birth. We cried, we laughed, we checked to make sure she was actually dead multiple times, we regarded with horror the fluids her body expelled, we wondered what to do next. When the fluids had finally exited her body, we decided to clean her up and dress her. We acknowledged that she, her soul, her essence, her whatever-you-want-to-call-it, was gone and that this was simply her body. Logic may have told us that, but it still felt important to honor this body. We wiped her down with warm cloths, then followed up with scented oil. After that, we picked out the outfit she looked beautiful in, that she liked, and laid her as if she were sleeping. To me, it was a final act of love, of treating her body with the same dignity and reverence as she had always treated us.


In the afternoon, I posted this to my Facebook page:

At 2:40 this morning, my Grandma and Donna’s mother, died. This woman embodied honest and unconditional support. We are lucky to have grown up with such love….love that didn’t need to be expressed by words because it was, and is, so deeply felt. I have yet to meet a person who thought she was anything less than amazing. I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that this magnificent woman & the gifts she gave us live on through us. I would not be who I am without her influence, which was mighty and flows in me. Her single dip ice cream cones were the stuff of legend.

She died at home, being held by her daughter & best friend Sis, Henry, devoted & loving grandson Jesse and myself. Just as there is beauty found in opening to the sweet surrender of birth, so too is beauty found in opening to the sweet surrender of death. It was an honor and a privilege Grandma, one that I will treasure always. Thank you. For all that you were and so very much more.

Over the course of the next few weeks, it became my task to write up something to say at the Celebration of Life my aunt was planning. Here is what I wrote:

I’ve been trying to write something about Grandma since before she died. I wanted to write some poignant, eloquent piece about the gifts she imparted, who she was to me and how very thankful I am to have known her. Here and there, a beautiful little blip would float through, but nothing like what I wanted~nothing that was capturing the thoughts, expressing the emotions. Over and over, the dominating thought has been love. I have to write about love.

I hadn’t given much thought to love and Grandma together until Sis and I were talking once in Grandma’s room. I think it was a week or two before she died, but I can’t remember exactly. Sis mentioned that, to her memory, Grandma had never said “I love you”. This became a profound moment for me, for my understanding of Grandma and our relationship, and then, for my understanding of my own self. I thought about this revelation. Was it right? Had I heard those words from Grandma’s mouth? Surely I had! The more I thought about it, the more certain I became that Sis was indeed right (as usual). And yet, I have always felt so deeply and truly loved by her. How was this possible?

What I came to realize was that everything she did, everything she said and everything she was conveyed love. It conveyed acceptance, support and understanding, often with minimal words. Now, this not to say that she *approved* of everything I did all the time. In fact, she was one of the few people who put me in my place as a teenager. Somehow, though, she managed to convey that she thought I was being stupid, yet respected that it was my right as a human to do stupid things, and she would love me in spite of said stupidity ~ such as running into her gate as an act of rebellion against my mother or stealing a tube of lipstick from her friend’s store.

She was fierce and brave and wise. She was honest. She made amazing ice cream cones. She was my Grandma and she will be missed.

celebration of life


WomanSpace ~ Making the Vision a Reality


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For several years, there has been a shared vision of a space for women to come together. Over the years, it has evolved and at one point it was thisclose to becoming a reality.  At that time, my friend-colleague-fellow visionary, Molly of TalkBirth, wrote this about WomanSpace (click here to read her full piece):

I visualize a center. A place where women can come together to learn, to talk, to develop, to grow. A safe place. A nurturing place. A supportive place. Hostess to LLL meetings, book clubs, birth circle, birth info nights, prenatal yoga classes, birth classes, birth art workshops, pregnancy retreats, journaling workshops, craft classes, crafty mamas meetings, a miscarriage support group, postpartum mamas support group, birth counseling/consultation sessions, dancing for birth, prenatal bellydance, drop-in support chats, blessingways, red tent events, meet the doulas night, Mother’s Guide to Self-Renewal groups, women’s spirituality circles, playgroups, baby massage classes, baby/tot yoga, girls’ coming of age classes, an ICAN chapter, Friends of Missouri Midwives meetings. A gathering place. A woman’s place.

It will have a large, open meeting room, access to a bathroom and another, smaller room that could be an office, consult room, or playroom. We will have counter space to plug in some minimal cooking implements (like a microwave). There will be comfy couches, chairs, toys, a lending library of books and films as well as perhaps toys/games/puzzles. There will be big pillows on the floor and beautiful art all over the walls. Other women wishing to have groups/classes for women, could also use the space for their groups/events.

For me, the time has come. I feel strongly that this is my community (not “my” as in ownership, but as in responsible to), one in which I am most intimately involved. I love my community and I want it to grow, to thrive and to be all the things I know it can be…one facet of which is a women’s center.  In addition to all those items listed in the above vision, I also see a need for women-owned and women-supportive businesses to have a physical space to showcase their wares.

Here’s what I see in my vision:

I walk in the door and see beautifully painted walls adorned with art from local women artists. A room off to the side holds information and products from the many women who are trying to earn some income for their families with fun products, like Jamberry Nails, Passion Parties, Lilla Rose, Scentsy, Mary Kay and so on. Down the hall on Tuesdays, baby sounds can be heard from the postpartum group. Wednesdays would be a different group of women and Thursdays would be yet another group of women. In the kitchen, delightful goodies from a woman-owned catering business are on display. There’s a freezer stocked with frozen meals to deliver when a woman has a time of need. Outside, a lovely garden is maintained by some women who love to grow things. On another side of the yard, a woman is giving an art class to a mixture of young and old. I turn around to see this beautiful space and take a deep breath. There is something for every woman here. It changes, as the community changes, filling the needs where possible…maybe a doula foundation someday to provide doulas to ALL mamas, maybe a women’s clinic with women care providers providing woman-centered care. The possibilities are truly endless. The specifics may change, but the vision of shared community, sacred WomanSpace will endure.


Yesterday, I attended the Rainbow Group‘s “Day of Hope” Prayer Flag Project. It is a very moving celebration/remembrance event for families who have experienced pregnancy/infant loss. The coordinator of the event had written some thoughtful words on prayer flags for us to decorate, if we so chose, and I decided that “courage” needed to be my flag. I brought along the flag I made for my own baby-start last year, so I chose to have this flag represent what is happening in my life journey *right now*.

"Courage" prayer flag

“Courage” prayer flag

My “artistic” rendering (toddler scribbling?) of the fire represents the burning to bring forth this vision and the house represents the literal house I see. If you click on the image to make it bigger, you’ll see the house is composed of many bricks. This was a genius suggestion made by my daughter when I was laughing about how awful my drawing skills are. “Just put bricks in it”, she said. I sort of grumbled and then realized the beautiful poetry of bricks. Yes! Bricks indeed! The women of this community are the bricks that will hold the house together. We may not build the actual house with our hands, but we will lay the foundation for WomanSpace with our blood, sweat, tears and continue pouring ourselves into it. This will be our space.  WomanSpace


Why My Service-Oriented Business is Failing (and what I’m going to do about it)


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Last week, my family was dealt a serious financial blow. In the wake of that blow, it seemed like the only/best option for us was to have me re-enter the workforce of “normal” jobs full-time. After talking to a dear friend, I had the realization that this is a load of crap! WHY should I have to put aside the work I do, which I am really good at, to go do something else to support my family? WHY NOT just remember that I am a business too and that if I EVER want to succeed, I must be able to make a living doing this work.


I think part of the problem is that I’ve allowed myself to get hung up on the service aspect. I very much consider myself a service person. I serve mothers and families. I serve my community. In my mind, that equals little or no pay. I feel guilty charging what I charge, even though it rarely covers my costs and even more rarely makes any money I can bring to my family.  For me, this is multi-faceted. If I’m serving my community, how can I charge a fair wage? Doesn’t that negate the very idea of serving? Furthermore (again, *for me*), I feel strongly that my services should be as affordable as possible, because I desire to serve all families, regardless of income. I know, intimately, what it is like to have very little or no money. I know that lower-income families tend to need the kind of care I have to offer more than those in the higher income brackets because they don’t have as many resources to pull from. BUT, how does keeping myself in that space actually allow me to serve those families, especially if I can no longer do this work at all because I’m forced to do a different job? Who am I serving in that instance?? NO ONE!

Here is my plan:

1. Re-train my thoughts about my service-oriented business. First and foremost, I must recognize that my work is indeed a business. As such, I must remember and think to myself..would I walk into Wal-Mart and negotiate for a better price? Would I expect the employees to do my shopping for me, for free? Does the coffee shop feel bad that they’re charging xx for their cup of coffee? NO! They recognize that they must charge a particular price to not only pay for their materials and time, but to also make enough of a profit to stay in business!

2. Re-organize my business to reflect this change in thinking. I have to admit, I’m not quite sure what this will look like yet.

3. Set up and advertise the various other services I am also capable of doing. I have done a fairly poor job of advertising anything beyond my basic doula service. I have so much more to offer and it’s time to shout it from the roof tops!

4. Know my own value. While I have said multiple times (to myself and others) that I DO know I’m valuable, I think perhaps I’m not quite there yet. I can say the words, but do I really feel it? I work really hard for my families and I do a LOT for them. It’s okay to say that I’m good at what I do, because I am. This is hard for me. A wise mentor once told me “value what you do and charge accordingly.” (starting to see a theme here)

5. Set goals. I actually did this for the first time at the start of the year and have been pleasantly surprised how well it worked. And that goal was more like a verbal intention of what I thought sounded good. What could I do with concrete goals written down and looked at on a regular basis??!

6. Invest in my business. This may mean investing money or time or energy or ??, but I’m going to do it. I’m going to make growing my business a priority, which will serve the dual purpose of getting me closer to my ultimate goal.

Watch out world, this lady’s about to take off! :)


Mothering and Daughtering

When I first became a mother, I was obnoxious and bordering on smug. I had it all figured out and knew exactly the kind of mother I was going to be. Most of all, I knew exactly the kind of mother I was NOT going to be…the one I had. I could point out, in nauseating detail, all the things my mother had gotten wrong in her mothering career. It was glaringly obvious to me that she did this or that wrong, which certainly resulted in this or that behavior. Over the years, I struggled to have a somewhat meaningful relationship with her (while still inwardly picking apart almost all of her parenting choices, especially the ones including myself).

Young adult me pregnant with now young adult L.

Young adult me pregnant with now young adult L.

As my daughter increasingly comes into her own ~ her own independence, her own life, her own power ~ I see myself through her eyes (as much as I can). Even more startling, I see my teenage experiences with my mother in a new light. I start to see that perhaps she wasn’t some of the awful things I’ve long described her as.

I see now many of my parenting is parallel to my mother’s parenting. She had “two” families, of sorts…I was an only child for 12 years until my brothers came along, resulting in her parenting both a young adult person and babies/toddlers. So am I. She had divorce and marriage during some pivotal times in my life. So did I. Off and on, she was a single, overworked, underpaid, exhausted person. So was I, for a short time. She cooked food that I thought was weird and refused to eat. So do I.

Was she, like me, struggling to find that balance between self and family? Was she doing the very best she could 99% of the time, while also being acutely aware that it was never enough? Did she yearn to hold me close, stroke my hair, breathe in just *one more* fleeting child moment? Did she delight in my delights, worry about my worries, wonder what was in my head? Did my burgeoning independence, my constant pushing for more freedom, leave her crying into her pillow at night…hoping that she was doing the right thing by allowing me the freedom I insisted I needed, while wishing I wanted her just a bit more? Did she think that maybe what I wanted was opposite of what I was saying, but didn’t know how to give it without disrespecting my autonomy?

At my wedding in 2010

At my wedding in 2010

Am I repeating my own mother/daughter history?

Will my daughter spend a chunk of her womanhood feeling about me the way I felt about my mother?

I wish I knew the answers to these questions. The only thing I know, for certain, is that the love a mother has for her daughter is fierce. And one must hope that this fierce love is enough.

Missouri Legislature Works Against Women, Families and Midwives….AGAIN.


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Today is my day “off”. I have nothing on my calendar and was looking forward to spending some leisurely time with my family. Unfortunately, the MO legislature has different plans. Be prepared, I am angry. I am angry that I watched families all over the state work FOR YEARS to get midwives decriminalized and instead of being able to enjoy that victory, these families have had to waste their time, energy, and money to fight back bad bills year after year. I am angry that the people who were elected to represent us, who get paid  to represent us, are doing exactly the opposite. The homebirth families aren’t up at the Capitol, asking to be saved. On the contrary, we’re busy having our babies safely at home with lovely midwives and want nothing more than to be left alone. When you throw in the added insults of this bill being sponsored/cosponsored by ONLY women and knowing that there is a perfectly acceptable licensure bill that actually does what the legislators say their ridiculous bill will do (BUT IT DOESN’T), it’s pretty damned hard not to get irate. If you ever wondered why I get angry at our state government, at our legislators, this is it! It’s very simple…do the job you were elected to do, nothing more, nothing less.

Jumping off the soapbox of why I’m angry and onto the soapbox of details, here you go:

Representative Diane Franklin, along with fifteen female cosponsors, filed HB 2189, a bill which is eerily similar to the malpractice bill we saw last year (and the year before?) and vehemently opposed. Why is it back, you ask? One can only speculate…. WHY do legislators insist on wasting time and taxpayer dollars on a bill that does absolutely nothing for the citizens it supposedly protects and is woefully inadequate in terms of “protection”? Yes, “protection”. Apparently, we naive homebirth families need “protection” from these big, bad midwives.

That would be great and noble and stuff if only that were true. Guess what? There IS a bill that DOES the things supporters of HB 2189 say it’s supposed to do. That’s right! A comprehensive bill that was drafted with input from real, actual homebirth families. Can you imagine? Citizens having a say in the law??!! So why isn’t HB 1363 being supported instead? Again, one can only speculate….

One can only speculate that if midwives are licensed, they will be covered by insurance. If they get insurance coverage, more families might choose to have their babies with them. If more families choose to have their babies at home with midwives, hospitals lose money. When midwives were decriminalized, there was a legal pushback. A lawsuit was filed by the Missouri State Medical Association. Do you see where I’m going with this?? I distinctly remember an early trip to the Capitol where a legislator sat behind his desk and said to the two of us homebirth moms, “I’m just worried about how much money this would take away from my doctors.” Now, please understand, I’m not saying doctors themselves are to blame. What I’m saying is follow the money. Birth is a money machine. Unless you’re a midwife! Midwives strive to keep their fees, usually paid out-of-pocket, reasonable for families. Sometimes they even barter for goods/services to help a family out.

My husband says I should stop here before I go on a tirade. I think we need a tirade! My three home-born kids are giggling and calling to me from their hiding spot in the bedroom as I type….I think about each of their births, about the midwives who attended them. I think about the care I received: loving, supportive, empowering, evidence-based AND competent.

One of my favorite photos from my last son's birth.

One of my favorite photos from my last son’s birth.


I think about how the midwives I know are some of the most skilled, most compassionate, most hard-working, most trustworthy women I know. I think about how they set up a grievance board and regulatory structure (accountability!) without a law saying they must do so. I think about the peer reviews that are conducted, the educational topics they have at every. single. meeting.

In the end, I guess what I’m trying to say is: let’s call a spade a spade. Legislators, be honest that you’re not at all interested in protecting women and their families. If we, the people, can see HB 2189 is not about protecting us, then surely you can too. IF you care about protecting families, listen to the people. They have spoken, and continue to speak, LOUDLY about what they want. Do the job you were elected to do.

Are you a voting citizen in MO? Are you frustrated by this turn of events and want to do something? See below!

REMEMBER….This is not just about midwifery, it’s about YOUR elected officials representing YOU, something YOU ARE PAYING them to do!

Dear Supporters of Missouri Midwives,

House Bill 2189 was recently filed. It is a one-item bill that requires midwives to furnish proof of one million dollars worth of malpractice insurance. If proof of insurance is not supplied prior to provision of midwifery services, a midwife will be guilty of a class B misdemeanor.

HB 2189 (

The Missouri Midwives Association and Friends of Missouri Midwives oppose this bill for the following reasons:

The proposed legislation is not practical and simply will not work.

1. Very few companies provide malpractice insurance to midwives. Insurance coverage is generally not available to those who practice in the home setting. Of those companies that offer malpractice coverage, insurance policies in the amount of “one million dollars” simply do not exist.

It might seem, then, that the solution would be to amend the malpractice insurance requirement to an amount that would be offered to midwives. This still would not address the issues of midwife accountability and safety in home birth as discussed below.

2. No other health care provider in Missouri is required by law to obtain malpractice insurance in the amount of $1,000,000. For example, physicians are required to have malpractice insurance of $500,000 under certain population conditions. (Statute 383.500)

3. Health care professionals who carry malpractice insurance are licensed. They are able to receive insurance payments for their services which creates the ability to afford malpractice insurance required for employment. The first step is to bring midwives to the same legal standing as other health care professionals through licensure and require insurance reimbursement for their services. This will help home birth families afford midwifery services and help midwives afford the professional requirements expected of other health care providers who are licensed.

4. HB 2189 unfairly targets midwives in an attempt to limit access to those health care providers and makes it difficult to continue the legal practice of midwifery. This discriminates against pregnant women and their families who desire these services and have the intrinsic right to the care provider and birth environment of their choosing.

5. Missouri has actually been limiting malpractice insurance payouts in the last two years. (HJR 45 proposes to amend the constitution to cap noneconomic damages in medical malpractice cases.) (See also:
This is from a concern that rising medical malpractice insurance premiums will drive doctors out of practice or encourage them to leave the state.

Clearly, there isn’t the same concern for midwives who may not be able to afford large insurance premiums since the pool of practitioners would be so small. Midwives might need to pass the cost of malpractice insurance on to home birth families making the already out-of-pocket expense of home birth completely unaffordable.

6. There is no practical enforcement plan in place for HB 2189.

7. Only one state in the U.S. requires malpractice insurance and that is Florida. Midwives are licensed in Florida, and the cost of insurance is subsidized by the state due to the small risk pool. Amount of insurance required is in amounts up to $300,000.

Other reasons HB 2189 is a bad bill:

HB 2189 does not provide a mechanism by which midwives can become registered, licensed, or otherwise known to the state of Missouri. It does not provide a means to confirm the fulfillment of educational and training requirements for midwives.

HB 2189 does not regulate the practice of midwives in any way. It does not address issues of accountability or responsible practice. It does not provide a board to direct scope of practice or designate rules and regulations to govern the practice of midwifery in Missouri.

HB 2189 does not provide a grievance process or case review mechanism.

HB 2189 does not address the issues of safety in home birth practice. There is nothing in the bill that will make the practice of midwifery in the home setting safer.

Malpractice insurance companies do not regulate midwives. They do not remove from practice midwives who act with negligence. There is no process outlined in this bill to determine if a midwife has been negligent.

Fortunately, midwives in Missouri do offer a grievance process and adhere to the practice standards set by the certifying agency NARM (North American Registry of Midwives). While there is already a high degree of professional accountability practiced in Missouri, this is because the state professional organization (Missouri Midwives Association) believes it is important and necessary for the professional practice of midwifery and not because the state has directed midwives to do so.

The state of Missouri has continued to be uninterested in working with midwives and home birth families to improve and safeguard the practice of midwifery.

Is there a better option? YES! HB 1363

Instead of HB 2189, we would like to suggest directing legislators to support HB 1363. This is a comprehensive midwifery licensing bill which does provide a mechanism for oversight and responsible, regulated practice. It also addresses the issue of malpractice insurance by requiring midwives to have coverage under the same conditions as physicians. It would also require Medicaid reimbursement for families desiring the care of Certified Professional Midwives and home birth.

HB 1363:

How Can I Help?

The bill has been assigned to the Health Care Policy Committee. Please check to see if you live in the district of one these legislators on this committee. If so, please contact him or her soon!

Also listed are the legislators who have signed onto HB 2189 as co-sponsors. If you are a constituent of one of these representative, please contact her.

If not, you are still free to write or call any of these representatives, but being a constituent will have more impact. Clicking on a name will take you to her page on the legislative website.

Contact your own representative and let them know what’s going on and your position on these matters. It is essential that legislators across the state hear from home birth families.

Please feel free to use any of the points mentioned above as ideas and starting points for your own conversations.

What’s next?

If you would like to come to the capitol to meet with your state representative and do some lobbying, but don’t know quite where to go or what to do, please contact Dawn Finney at . The MMA maintains a weekly presence at the capitol and either Sarah Davis or Dawn Finney, the co-legislative chairs for the MMA, can arrange to meet you at the capitol and help you get around and visit your representatives and senators. The capitol is a beautiful building with interesting museum displays, and it really makes a great family day trip to see the capitol and legislative system in operation.

Health Care Policy Committee Members:

Last Name First District Party Phone Room


Frederick Keith 121  Republican 573-751-3834 403B

Vice chair:

Franklin Diane 123 Republican 573-751-1119 206B


Cross Gary L. 035 Republican 573-751-1459 112
Hodges Steve 149 Democrat 573-751-4085 101C
Kelly Chris 045 Democrat 573-751-4189 106B
Kirkton Jeanne 091 Democrat 573-751-1285 135BC
Morris Lynn 140 Republican 573-751-2565 200BC
Neely Jim 008 Republican 573-751-0246 115C
Neth Myron 017 Republican 573-751-1218 408B
Pace Sharon 074 Democrat 573-751-4726 105G
White Bill 161 Republican 573-751-3791 407A
Wood David 058 Republican 573-751-2077 115A
HB 2189:

Last Name First District Party Phone Room

Franklin Diane 123 Republican 573-751-1119 206B


Crawford Sandy 129 Republican 573-751-1167 302-1
Solon Sheila 031 Republican 573-751-8636 305B
Lichtenegger Donna 146 Republican 573-751-6662 314
Entlicher Sue 128 Republican 573-751-1347 207A
Lauer Jeanie 032 Republican 573-751-1487 412C
Haefner Marsha 095 Republican 573-751-3762 305A
Swan Kathryn 147 Republican 573-751-1443 115I
Mims Bonnaye 027 Democrat 573-751-7639 116-3
Nichols Mary 072 Democrat 573-751-1832 105H
Zerr Anne 065 Republican 573-751-3717 315
Black Linda 117 Democrat 573-751-2317 105F
Englund Vicki 094 Democrat 573-751-3719 135BB
Newman Stacey 087 Democrat 573-751-0100 101K
Brown Wanda 057 Republican 573-751-3971 412B