Natural births taken to new heights… or rather, new depths.

A North Carolina couple is raising awareness about a fringe parenting trend: giving birth in the ocean in the company of dolphins.

Expecting mom Heather Barrington, 27, and her husband Adam, 29, are on their way to the Big Island of Hawaii, where they plan to visit the Sirius Institute, which specializes in so-called dolphin midwifery.

Several weeks before Heather’s July due date, the couple will spend time swimming and building a connection with a pod of dolphins, and ideally the actual birth will occur in the ocean with the porpoises present.

“It is about reconnecting as humans with the dolphins so we can coexist in this world together and learn from one another,” Heather told the Charlotte Observer.


Birthing with dolphins might be unusual but it’s nothing new. The practice first gained attention in the 1970s due to a Russian midwife named Igor Tscharkofsy who helped women birth in the Black Sea with dolphins. The story goes that Tscharkofsy was conducting an underwater birth when three dolphins appeared, helping the mother cope with the pain of labor and opening up the door for dolphin midwifery, according to an article in an online alternative health magazine called Wake Up World. From then on, Tscharkofsy sought out pods of dolphins to assist expecting moms with birth.


News of the Barringtons attempting a dolphin-assisted birth in Hawaii has sparked some controversy.

Over at, Christie Wilcox writes, “My professional opinion: this has to be, hands down, one of the worst natural birthing ideas anyone has ever had.

“Because of their friendly disposition and common occurance in aquariums, we tend to think of dolphins as trustworthy, loving creatures. But let’s get real for a minute here. Dolphins don’t eat sunshine and fart roses. They’re wild animals, and they are known to do some pretty terrible things.”

-Amy Graff, Expecting mom plans to give birth in ocean with pod of dolphins, SFGate




I had my first professional massage today.

It was worth every blissful/painful minute.

This picture is what the front desk of MassageLuxe looks like. You will wonder why the people all have their eyes open. “They don’t look like they’re relaxed. Who opens their eyes during a massage?” you will say to your friend. Your friend will respond, “People who are taking pictures.”

You will get an iPad and fill out contact information, emergency contact information (“Hello? Yes, I regret to inform you, but your daughter has died from happiness. Her body is still warm, on account of the steamed towels.”), and any medical conditions you might have. You will struggle to decide whether or not to check that you have back pain, because you haven’t had anything diagnosed, but isn’t that why you’re there?

Your name will be called, like in the doctor’s office, except that your first thought upon meeting your massage therapist will be, “You are going to touch me” instead of “I hope I don’t have cancer.”

My massage therapist was the coolest person ever. My therapist had straight jet black hair in punkish layers, two lip piercings and a laid-back attitude. We got to know each other pretty well… in some senses. Mainly the sense of touch. And sound. I would later tweet: “I paid over $60 for a one hour massage. It was worth every dollar and all the ungodly noises that it forced me to produce.”

Your therapist will ask you if there’s any areas that you want to focus on, or areas that you want to avoid. You may respond, “On the iPad, I checked ‘do not avoid any areas.’ My back hurts and I’m basically broken. I have a lot of knots, so if you could address those, that would be great. Thanks!” Your therapist will tell you they are leaving the room so that you can strip. You will be slightly confused, because it is your first time. They will leave and you will think about what a massage entails and take your clothes off. You might leave your underwear on. Later you will look at and discover that the only regret that you have about the massage is that you didn’t take off your underwear.

If there’s any advice that I can give you, it’s TAKE EVERYTHING OFF.

Because it feels much better that way.

Swedish massage is a full body massage, and the massage therapist works in sections, uncovering each part when they work on it. You will be covered in a sheet and a blanket, and sometimes warm towels, depending on the part of the massage. The massage table is like a flat version of the doctor’s bed/table thing that you sit on, except that it’s not covered in the material used to cover public toilet seats, and it’s more comfortable and it’s HEATED.

Oooh it’s heaaaaaaaated.

After you strip, you will lie face down on the circle head rest thing, head facing the floor, arms dangling down the sides. You will think about how vulnerable you are. This is not the time to think about serial killers.

You will be asked if you have any problems with the smell of eucalyptus. You will think briefly about koalas, but not have any idea how to work koalas into a massage joke, and not be in the mood to joke anyway. You are there to RELAX. AND RELAXATION IS SERIOUS BUSINESS. So you will say you have no problems with eucalyptus, and heck, if eucalyptus will help, then you want all the eucalyptus that you can get.

You will be told to take several deep breaths. You will channel Darth Vader and do the correct breathing that you once did in a yoga class in college, where your professor gave five minute massages and taught you to do yoga to Scriptures. You will inhale through your throat, making the Darth Vader sound, and exhale out your mouth. You will decide to be as vocal as you feel like, because your therapist is a professional and you are there to relax. It is a safe space. You want to unleash all the bad energy. And you want to be healed. Because you are broken.

The rest of the session will be both blissful and at times painful. The bliss comes in the pressure and gliding over knots, the warmth of the bed and towels (especially after the pain of working through knots), the cracking of your spine when you thought you already cracked all of it, the cracking of your knuckles, the warmth of the therapist’s hands and forearms, breathing deeply as your therapist puts pressure on knots. The pain will be when your therapist attacks your glutes, your shoulders, and the area between your chest and armpit, where you had no idea your muscles existed, let alone were tight. Calves, hands, and feet will feel especially great. You use them all the time– no wonder they need work. Your arms will be pulled. Your head will be pushed as your arm is stretched away.

You will surrender everything, because you need to be fixed, and your therapist knows what they are doing. You will wonder why anyone would ever want anything other than a massage. Your desires for material goods and career advancement and chocolate will seem utterly trivial. You will fantasize about telling everyone that all you want are massages, until you remember that everyone stopped giving you gifts once you stopped giving others gifts, because life is simpler when you don’t have to spend an excessive amount of money giving people things they don’t need. Santa’s last present to you will be a Christmas story book, because it’s what was on sale at Barnes and Noble. Last time, it was Hilary Clinton’s autobiography.

The massage oil will be warm, and every stroke will feel smooth and uninterrupted, until your underwear.

I’m telling you, no underwear. TAKE IT OFF.

After the massage, you will be told to stretch, drink lots of water, and take a hot shower/bath. You will do yoga to Yoga Zone on Hulu, because Alan Finger is your best friend. His voice is amazing. You’ll know what I mean. He’s probably a distant cousin to Bob Ross. You will be told that you need to drink lots of water to flush out the toxins, and if you don’t, the toxins will have nowhere to go and cause your muscles to tighten up. You will wonder about the science behind this claim, but you will trust your therapist, who has proven themselves to be Knower of All Things, Especially Your Body. Your therapist will compare tightened muscles to a hangover, and explain that muscles tighten because they get dehydrated. You will remember the one hangover you once had and how it was the worst feeling ever. “Drink a lot and pee a lot,” you will say to your therapist. Your therapist will laugh, and you will expect your therapist to respond, “Riiighteous” like a surfer dude. You will later take a shower, and run the water over your knots. You will think about how it feels great, but nothing will compare to what you experienced in the dimly-lit room with the ambient music and the warm bed and the warm pressure.

The sales clerk will ask whether you want a membership and if you would like to try HydroLuxe, the massage water-jet bath machine thing. The model in the picture will look relaxed, but you will think of how nothing could be as good as your therapist and wonder why anyone would choose a machine over a person. You will be asked if you would come back again, and you will say you wish, and then inwardly mourn your graduate student budget. You will be asked how much you would like to tip your therapist, and you will panic because you didn’t calculate, and you will say 25, which the sales clerk will take to mean $25, rather than 25%.

You will wonder why the bill was so high.

You will think about how great the massage was, how intimate the experience felt, and how tipping is a reflection of your empathy and character.

You will be okay with tipping $25.

You will still fantasize about being given massages.

“Why, another massage? You shouldn’t have! But if you insist…”

MassageLuxe is a franchise that offers Swedish Massage and Deep Tissue Massage.

Maroon 5’s new song, Love Somebody is nice, as is the editing on the video.

Comfort IN, dump OUT.

It’s common sense, but a good reminder.

I recently dumped in on a person I love dearly, and still feel awful about it. Actually, everyone involved feels awful, which is probably why we should really take Ring Theory to heart. It was my fault for neglecting my resolution to get more rest, and for making a situation about me, when it really affected someone else more. I got caught up in what I perceived to be an injustice to me and was blind to how the event directly affected someone else, and was only peripherally affecting me.

When you explode something, “sorry” is not enough.

Distance is not always enough.

Time is not always enough.

But they are what is required.

I’m sorry.

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Here’s a funny explosion of a whale.

Also, I’m pretty excited about the potential of this just-started project: Translating Church. Created by Emily C. Heath, a United Church of Christ pastor, this project aims to deconstruct and translate church jargon into words that everyone (even church goers can understand)!

Hermeneutics, intentionality, accountability partner, slain by the Spirit, love on, thought life…

What is church jargon that has confused you?

Jason Fieber, of Sarasota, Fla., is 30 years old and just crossed $100,000 in his investment account after starting with $5,000 three years ago.(Photo: Chip J. Litherland for USA TODAY)

“To most people, “retiring early,” means 55. But to Jason Fieber, that’s too long to wait.

Everything Fieber does is with one goal: Retiring well before he hits the big 4-0. Fieber, a 30-year-old service adviser at a car dealership in Sarasota, Fla., even moved to the Sunshine State from his Michigan home, in large part to live in a state without income tax. The sunnier climate has a side benefit, too, in that it allows him to more comfortably use the bus to get everywhere without a car.

By keeping costs down, Fieber, who earns $50,000 a year, is saving 60% of his net income each year and has saved more than $100,000 in three years. He figures he can bank more than $400,000 by the time he’s 35. That’s plenty for him to retire on, he figures, since he only spends $15,000 a year.

“I knew nine-to-five until you’re 65 isn’t the answer,” says Fieber, who also runs a blog chronicling his plan to retire before 40. “The goal is to move from the working class to the investment class. Money can work harder than I ever could.”


But retiring early isn’t just about being frugal. The key principles that many extreme early retirees hold true include:

* Faith in nest-egg mathematics […]

* Strict spending priorities […]

* Banking on a diversified low-cost stock portfolio […]” –Matt Krantz, USA TODAY

I didn’t realize that carrots could make me uncomfortable.

Don’t get me wrong. I like hugs. But does anyone else feel like they are witnessing a private, intimate moment?

If not, here’s Ze Frank’s video on the subject:

go! stl

I want your money.

Please click the green DONATE link…

…then click the green DONATE button.

Hey, at least I’m honest.


I am running a 5K for Team Go! For Equality. This means that every dollar you donate will ensure that

a) my chicken legs get their first workout after a measly attempt at running in the St. Louis rain and some wobbling on an ice rink


b) people continue to work towards ensuring that everyone can get equal opportunities to get housing, health services and employment.

The money goes straight to PROMO and SAGE Metro St. Louis in a 60-40 split, with PROMO working toward LGBT rights in Missouri and SAGE providing services and advocacy for LGBT older adults. As a SAGE intern, I know that SAGE runs lean and does great work. No penny given is wasted, and each dollar stretches far beyond what it should (my co-workers are incredibly passionate and work unreasonably long hours).

One example that motivates me to support SAGE is when a person walked into our office, homeless and living out of a van. The person said that they had tried to apply for housing on their own, only to be denied by every housing provider to whom they reached out. My supervisor and I went into emergency mode, and stopped our meeting in order to cold call housing providers and email people within our network to find affordable and inclusive housing. Finally, we were able send this person on their way to speak with a housing provider in our network.

If you want to know more about why I support PROMO and SAGE Metro St. Louis or if you want to join me on this run, please contact me at karen.lynn.yang[at]gmail[dot]com.


1. I am a practicum student at SAGE Metro St. Louis, and was recently dubbed “The Intern” at a recent trivia night benefiting SAGE.

2. I am a dual-degree MSW/MAPS student at Washington University in St. Louis and Eden Theological Seminary.

3. I read the Bible a lot, which led me to believe that I needed to care for people whom society pushes to the margins. The field of social work said that this meant older adults. Then I attended a seminar by Sherrill Wayland, who is the rock star of social workers, and saw that within older adults, LGBT older adults endure even more discrimination and marginalization. And I have been working with Sherrill ever since.

4. I’m a Californian, so the humid summer and the cold snow have been my excuses for not running.

5. I never thought that the combination of Oreos and frosting was possible, until the SAGE board of directors showed me the light.