Health Coaching

Most useful when you’re at a crossroads with your health and don’t know which way to turn, considering alternative treatments for the first time, or simply can’t find answers in a confusing field of healthcare options, a Health Coaching session with Stella can get your started on the right track.

Drawing on her training as an acupuncturist and years as a medical intuitive, a single FaceTime or Skype session with Stella will equip you with a deeper understanding of your problems, point you in the right direction, and give you hands-on tools to take charge of your health.

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Our Yard Sign

15036593_1267694583282610_4296865453383226317_nRight after the election, Charles had a poem come to him that we thought would make a great yard sign. We live on a busy street in West Asheville and we hoped it would brighten our neighbors days to be reminded that love is still a presence in the world. Charles and our son Cary dug the posts, I painted, and we put it out front just before Charles took off on a trip for two weeks. While he was gone, the thing went viral, with nearly 50K people sharing the original post. If you haven’t seen it, here is the news clip that our local news station did on it. We love that people have responded to it.

And here’s a little side note that really tickles me: A couple of days after we posted the sign, Cary came into the living room to play. He said, “I’ll be Batman and you be Wonder Woman.” I didn’t know that he knew who Wonder Woman was, so I asked him and he said, “I don’t know. You just be Wonder Woman.” A couple of minutes later… a friend texted me saying that Lynda Carter, the television star who played Wonder Woman, had just shared Charles’s post. Ha!


Post-partum Group Acupuncture

I gave birth to Cary in February and have loved every minute I’ve spent caring for him—but I also needed some care for myself, especially in those early weeks. So… starting September 6th, I’ll be hosting a six-week Post-Partum Acupuncture Group for new mamas. It’ll meet at OM Baby in Camp Hill, PA, on Friday nights from 5-6:15pm. Here’s the link to register: http://www.ombabycenter.com/Acupuncture.html. I’ll look forward to seeing you there!


Nearly four years ago today, my Chihuahua/Jack Russel mix, Luna, had a brush with death. I blogged about it then and am re-posting it now in honor of her passing. She died October 30th after a slow decline and then a sudden fall off a stairwell. Don’t mind the politics of the piece; what I was trying to convey was what a wonderful teacher Luna was for me that day and every day I had the honor of caring for her. In the photo below, she’s repaying all favors by writing my book for me. Now you know. 







Our Global Heart, first published Nov 2008:

In the glorious aftermath of the 2008 presidential election, the Internet lit up with celebratory photographs. Images of weeping Australians, excited French, stylishly supportive Japanese, and, of course, Kenyans dancing in the streets made it obvious that something extraordinary had just happened the world over. If it was not previously apparent how connected we all are, it is now impossible to deny it.

At our house, Luna interpreted the events for us in dramatic fashion.

Here’s what happened: After finally turning off the Internet feed near midnight on election eve, we headed to the bedroom, exhausted, relieved, and deeply moved. Luna had been sleeping on Aaron’s pillow, but she got up when we turned on the light. The expression on her face was straight out of Harry Potter; she looked as if she’d been confunded. We got closer and realized that she was hyperventilating, too. Soon after, she started shivering uncontrollably.

Knowing that her heart was enlarged, I presumed that was where the trouble was. I asked Aaron if he thought we should take her to Emergency Animal Hospital, but, knowing how she shakes when we take her to the regular vet, we were loathe to do this. I threw the IChing coins and got ‘Obstruction,’ with a changing line instructing us to ‘make a womb’ and hunker down. Figuring that if it was Luna’s time to die she was better off with us, we did just that, wrapping our bodies on either side of her, soothing her with our close presence. All night, we listened to her ragged breathing. I dozed off a couple of times, only to start awake when a beat of silence replaced the expected in-breath.

By morning, her breathing was easier, though shallow. Dr. Hinko’s stethoscope revealed a heart murmur and the X-rays were stunning. Compared with the films taken two weeks ago, her heart was larger by nearly a full quarter. Apparently, her mitral valve had prolapsed and her heart had, basically, exploded.

Once we got her medication and brought her safely home, the metaphor had space to unfold. I asked myself what Luna could be trying to tell me and immediately realized that my heart had exploded, too, just a little before hers, at the exact moment when Obama told everybody that his victory was theirs and I knew it was true. Luna was illustrating on a literal scale what was happening all across the country, all across the globe: Here was hope and joy. And hearts were cracking open with the fullness of it.