My niece Jessica is growing corn in her backyard to eventually make "atole" for the anticipated baby. She has changed her name to something aztec meaning star serpent. She is delivering at home with a midwife. She reminds me (a lot) of some of my hippie friends in the early 70's - maybe even a little of myself back then - though I turned orange from carrot juice, sang Janis Joplin lullabies to my Leslie, and used Atlas Shrugged as my guidebook for living and Adelle Davis as my guru for eating. Anyhow, her guardian angel is somewhat aztec with a corn embroidered skirt, an indian headdress, and a heart milagro - and she is meant to watch over the little aztec bebe we are all awaiting.