In the Heart of the Country

Plucky and spirited nearly all the time, baby bear has kept me from going off the deep end. “What’s this?” she asks frequently as her tiny digit points to whatever she is inquiring about.  Her nonchalance to our situation and … Continue reading

People come and people go.

We are always coming and going. Usually swiftly, humdrum-like with a few whispering goodbyes to neighbors, coworkers and friends made along the way.But on a couple of occasions we tendered our adios purposefully loud. (Read: A few needed to be … Continue reading

Prep Kitchen

How fortunate baby bear is to have such endearing older brothers that coddle her. They are eager to show her the ropes and our chef-in-the-making is always devising new recipes for his little bear. He couldn’t wait until she tried … Continue reading

A Desolate Road

No one can relate. Another day on Wall Street has passed, eclipsed by the usual lurking shadow that haunts the hallways instead of rousing company spirit. It pierces a stake right through the hearts of the proud and honest working … Continue reading

Learning Requires Willingness

I see it in middle bear and oldest bear’s eyes while face to face with their opponents on the mat. Even when their eyes sink heavy to the ground and reach a humbling point, a subdued learning yet never a … Continue reading

Where Rock Meets the Ocean

The tavern dining experience is not particular popular around here…even in the simplest of beach towns you don’t find wobbly paper-blanketed tables with woven chairs anywhere near where the rock meets the ocean. A rustic local place where one enjoys … Continue reading

Cry Me a River

It happens to the best of us and if it hasn’t happened to you yet…hooray for you and may you never have to go to great lengths to retrieve your photos or pertinent information that you mistakenly deleted with a … Continue reading

A Tincture of Goodness

    Yippee…another box from Annmarie Skin Care! Inside the last package, I enjoyed samples of earthy extracts for cleansing and moisturizing and now the contents of the box was filled with makeup—their latest line of products. I was over … Continue reading

Rafting Away

I once read that sea otters are known to hold hands in groups while they sleep to prevent families from losing each other. It doesn’t get more adorable than this! They lovingly wrap themselves in kelp beds while resting as … Continue reading

Happy Freedom

SONY DSCIMG_20141226_140009034 Blurted out like happy first of the month or Happy Easter…happy freedom is what one says to a pregnant woman if you are Greek. It’s a sweet gesture for us both I suppose. Now more than ever can I appreciate those two words. After a recent visit to the ER, a revelation of an immediate desire to get things mandated despondently descended upon me. I will not let this smidgen of shudder and discomfit get the best of me, so I am devotedly preparing myself for the happy freedom with herbs, massages and acupuncture…whatever it takes to feel better. I have to admit…I avoided the visit for some time, my obstetrician advised to “ride it out” and even after my acupuncturist’s comment of “I have never seen anything like this,” I was determined to resolve the issue. Unfortunately, I couldn’t take the incessant pain anymore and off we went one Saturday morning to the ER for something…anything, clueless of what procedure they had in mind! Nerve-racked, I thought for sure they would draw out the scalpel and I was not keen on anything invasive. After I told the triage nurse this was a level ten pain, (I hate when they ask me that…please don’t even think of asking me on the big day) I was escorted almost immediately to the gold wing. Yes, I was the vulnerable yet fortunate pregnant woman who escaped the flu victims on the otherwise crazy section of the other wing according to Papa Bear when he had to escape the hospital grounds for a few and return. The ER doctor asked what was wrong…I wanted to blurt out “Can’t you read!” However, being the lady that I am I explained my motive for arriving there and then added I was there as a last resort because my acupuncturist was not working today. He asked if I wanted needles…why yes, I would indeed. He read my pulse from both wrists and pierced thin needles on the sides of my arms and points just below my armpits…immediately I calmed down. He said “that was a little crazy”…okay this guy isn’t so bad I thought. He then said “let me check my phone” what, what??? Is there an app about this ancient healing art and where to place the thin needles into the predesignated spots on my body? At this point however, he had won my trust and if he wanted to check by all means please verify the accurate points. After a few more needles off he went to see other patients, while I breathed deeply and visualized myself in the Aegean.   IMG_6502SONY DSC Upon his return and removal of all the needles, he examined the situation further. I clenched the metal side of the bed that the nurse had popped up just in time. I heard him muttering “stubborn” something. I took a few deep breaths and then it was over. He told me he sees this all the time with pregnancy and to continue my acupuncture treatments. He asked if I wanted pain medication and adds at this point it won’t affect the baby. I asked about the side effects and then opted no. He set his hand on my shoulder and says, “Look you are carrying a six pound bowling ball…talk to her and ask her to help mama out by moving.” He also added to “think up”…of course…why didn’t my obstetrician give me these words of wisdom over a week ago! I could have attended the flamenco performance and a couple of parties I had to forgo lying there uselessly and maladroitly on my left side for over ten days. I ached for the outdoors, dappled in the sweet sunlight as I should have darted about with errands and school pick-up and drop off. Soon after my not-so-awful-after-all visit to the ER, I hired a doula.SONY DSC IMG_2015 Enshrouded in uncertainty as Papa Bear played Brian Regan’s comedic experience on his visit to the;_ylt=A2KIo9ZUldpUmnQAQsL7w8QF;_ylu=X3oDMTByZ2N0cmxpBHNlYwNzcgRzbGsDdmlkBHZ0aWQDBGdwb3MDMg–?p=brian+regan+emergency+room&vid=5d14a783b53842c747c0733d27139423&l=7%3A26& emergency room, I was convinced that I was going to need some extra hands and suggestions. I think Regan is hilarious and that particular skit is a funny one, however, my coping mechanisms for dealing with a difficult situation obviously differ than Papa Bear. Mine being a salty breeze on my face while on a sailboat; his being anything ever-changing and fast-paced. While he no doubt demonstrates altruistic deeds for his family, in this case he feels helpless and tentative and I feel like we are imperceptibly living in two different worlds. What’s it like in your nest…do you share the same management approach through thorny times? IMG_2014SONY DSCIMG_2011 SONY DSCIMG_7254