I grew up in the Town of Babylon on the south shore of Long Island, and I still love spending time there.
Some things have stayed the same. Some have changed for the better!
Family boating tradition continues on the Great South Bay:-) as do beach days at Gilgo and Cedar Beach with high school friends. These days the beach at Cedar is so big they have beach volleyball tournaments, and the Salt Shack provides live music, great food and cocktails.
Venetian Shores in Lindenhurst has live music and cocktails now too, in addition to a child-friendly splash park and senior-friendly seating.
Stay tuned for more adventures and group play dates!
Dr. Joe Dituri was the expert guest on my latest Live Unconventionally TV episode. If you missed the chat with my Floridian friend, you can view it on our YouTube channel or with a search of Live Unconventionally on video on demand page of LTV’s website.
The retired Naval Commander, diving expert, professor and research scientist shared valuable information for all.
Me and the doc go way back to high school on Long Island, and I have visited his Undersea Oxygen Clinic in Tampa, where he is saving lives on a regular basis.
Next up, it is all about the candles and the bees.
Watch me melt and pour aromatherapy beeswax candles, explaining the process and reasoning, and hulahooping as the wax melts.
Tune into the show with any electronic device via livestream at ltveh.org or watch it on television in East Hampton town on channel 20.
I relished the chance to get dressed up and interact with others after being barefoot and secluded in Florida writing my memoirs. I absolutely LOVE vintage and antique finds, as well as the chance to rearrange furniture and home decor.
Thrilled to play in the Sag Harbor Main Street storefront window, I bonded with Pierre, a solid wood French manniquin, named and even written about over the years. Pierre’s outfit changes were no easy feat, and I even got socked in the eye once.
With the U.S. Open bringing clientele and yachts beyond the usual into the waterfront village, including Tiger Woods, the owner suggested a fitting blazer he had at home for Pierre.
“My wife won’t let me wear it, it has been called ‘the douchey jacket,'” he said.
Exhausted from the day of international visitors and dumb heels, I stayed open late for dinner strollers, and returned to my rental around 10:30 p.m.
I barely moved in yet but I had a futon mattress and a dreamy new comforter I couldn’t wait to wrap myself in. I went to turn off my phone, and it rang. It was the shop owner, and my friend.
“Hey Carrie, I am out in my boat with my cousin from Utah and we ran out of gas. Can you come get us?” Randy asked.
Fast forward to next morning, I was running late and it was taking forever to turn left onto 114 so I called my coworker, James.
“I am here. It is unlocked. I got you,” he said.
Then he called back in five minutes.
“There is a guy here wanting the jacket in the window,” he said.
“The douchey jacket?” I confirmed.
He laughed, restrained.
“He is here now, he climbed up into the window, got it off the mannequin and put it on,” he said.
I was not entirely surprised, but I didn’t think it was for sale.
“It is Randy’s. He loves it. You have to call him,” I said.
I was now pulling into the back parking lot for employees, where the man had parked, and I saw James out there with him. He was wearing the jacket. He had dark sunglasses on, too. My goal was to scoot by and get into the bathroom to finish my hair. It was still wet.
“You’re a woman. Can you tell me if these sleeves can be taken out?” the man asked with a distinctive Brooklyn, New York accent.
“Well I AM a woman, but I am not a tailor,” I said.
“I know one, her name is Nancy, and she could answer that question. She is in Southampton,” I told the man.
“Well I am from New York City,” he said curtly.
“Well okay then” I said, excusing myself into the bathroom to primp.
A few minutes later, I heard him looking for me.
“Where did she go?” he asked.
He started to sound very familiar. I assumed it was because he sounded a lot like my father. It was Father’s Day weekend and I missed him.
My father also loved vintage and antique memorabilia, and there was a framed bus roll that had “Coney Island” and “Kings Highway” stops. It made me feel like he was around. My family members rode that bus.
I showed the artwork to the bold man from New York City.
“That’s wrong, Kings Highway is not in Coney Island” he said, not realizing that it was a bus roll, and it was two different spots. I explained and he thought it was cool.
“Would the tailor come here and alter this jacket for me?” he asked, when Randy agreed via telephone to sell it.
“Well, J-Lo has someone come to her yacht for a blow out, so anything is possible,” I told him, as James swiped his card. He made a comment I won’t repeat, and then told James that his coworker liked to talk, as he did.
“Can you come along in my car and show me the way?” he then asked me.
“That’s not happening,” I said, thinking it crazy for a ‘woman’ to consider going off with a demanding stranger while I was supposed to be minding a store. I suggested James as a suitable option, since there were two of us, and no other customers.
I also noted that it was a good possiblity Nancy was busy, on a Saturday morning during Father’s Day weekend, the U.S. Open, and the beginning of summer for those with children.
“Can we call her?” he asked, and I found her number and started talking.
“Can I talk?” he asked, and I handed him the phone gladly.
“Hi Nancy, this is Harvey Keitel,” he said, and I felt like a total moron for not realizing.
“I saw this jacket in the window last night, and I would like to surprise my wife with it. Would you be able to take care of it this morning for me?” he asked.
“I don’t know my way around here,” he said, looking down at his flip phone which had no map app. I tried to explain, but it really was tricky to find.
So I went with him, and the Gemini sun and moon chatted away on the ride.
As we drove over his Sag Harbor bridge, I told Harvey about Jordan Haerter. Then, at the traffic circle I told him about Joey Theinert, pointing to Shelter Island, where a ferry is named for him. I poured my heart out about my memoir, my ex and my father. I told him how it was so hard to live in the Hamptons where people seem to have no idea we are at war. I told him how I cut a lot out of my memoirs.
“Tell the truth” advised the acclaimed actor and former Marine.
He had his jacket altered in superwoman timing and I shared a secret smoothie spot and local tips on Italian food.
“Carrie Ann, I am grinning ear to ear. This could be a documentary, Hanging With Harvey,” he said before he took me back to work. “Let’s get together again,” he said, and I went back to rewrite my memoir.
Despite what viewers see on A & E’s Live PD, there is lots of good, clean fun and flavor to be found in Pasco County, Florida. Some now-famous Pasco Sheriffs were spotted (and thanked) at Hudson’s SunWest Park, an example of family friendly festivities.
It was my first time hearing Rev. B and Funktastic Soul, and I am a fan! I was also a fan of the lobster and crab mac-n-cheese.
With no margaritas on site and the sun shining bright, I had to leave a little early to wet my whistle at Get Hooked Grill, another Hudson gem seen on television for its spear-fishing crew.
“It would be easier,” my mother replied matter-of-factly when I mentioned the option of being married to my career instead of a man this morning.
Another mother figure, my ex-mother-in-law, said something similar, back in those days.
We were watching one of my favorite HBO series, Six Feet Under, and she was particularly fond of the freelance massage therapist who just had a threesome with two beach boys. They walked up to her beach cottage and asked her for a joint, then one thing led to others.
“If I had it to do all over again, I think I would live an unconventional life like Brenda,” my ex-mother-in-law told me, days before she died.
I appreciated her honesty. That conversation inspired the name of my blog.
It made me understand myself. It wasn’t about Brenda’s acts with random beach boys. In addition to my unconventional health views, I want to represent those who choose to forego the 9-5, coupled & kid lifestyles.
It is not easy, and it is not for everybody.
Others often assume I am waiting on a man to feel complete or content. I am not. It was my choice to become single and my decisions have led me to feel happy and healthy.
I enjoy my own company, time with friends and nature, and the abundant opportunities for relaxation, peace, silence, creative thought and expression.
The Live Unconventionally blog hopes to encourage others to follow their instincts, hearts and dreams and to make effective life, health care and relationship choices.
“Our cells know the truth,” according to Sondra Barrett, Ph.D., “our physiology responds to what we’re thinking, including what we don’t want people to know.”
Untold traumas can cause cells to broadcast danger signals that trigger adrenaline and stress hormones. When that stress is sustained, the immune system starts to malfunction.
“When we release the stories and feelings that torment us, our cells respond with great relief and once again become havens of safety,” Dr. Barrett wrote.
“Telling your story may be the most powerful medicine on Earth” says Dr. Lissa Rankin in Mind Over Medicine.
“We all have stories–ongoing and ever-changing–that we tell ourselves to make sense of our lives. They can help us heal and powerfully guide us through life, or just as powerfully, hold us back,” Judith Fertig advised in an article I tore out and put in my ‘to do’ folder back in 2014.
I wrote about the need to release stuffed trauma in a blog post a few years ago but four books finally flew out of me from the deep trenches of my heart.
My memoirs are based on actual events before, during, and after Sept. 11.
My personal thoughts and experiences include life as a law enforcement spouse, as well as Army wife-life at Ft. Campbell, Kentucky and the Air National Guard in Westhampton Beach, New York.
My post-divorce adventures and self-discovery includes dating experiences as well as my career as a journalist on Shelter Island, Sag Harbor and the Hamptons.
I wrote this article last week for Green Flower Media, but mostly I wrote it for my mother. She suffers from the symptoms of Parkinson’s disease. The article also links to a story I wrote about my own journey toward the medicinal weed for breast cancer.
I was back in New York for the holidays, reminiscing with family over vintage photos and Christmas Cream, a decadent adult treat bottled and gifted annually by family friends, when I recalled a conversation I had earlier with my niece about chia seeds.
“That’s my one thing I do to prevent cancer,” she said.
I also contemplated the topic over two or three golden cups, a favorite sister-baked pastry, NY bagels, and a slice of Grandma pizza, which I allowed myself knowing full well that “white foods” such as processed flour and sugar are cancer’s favorite feast.
If I had to choose only one thing to prevent cancer, what would it be? I wondered.
I poured a glass of alkaline water with lemon, and decided, that is it. I’ve read repeatedly that cancer can’t live in an alkaline environment, after all, and plus I planted a lemon tree before I left Florida.
But wait, maybe fermented foods should be the one thing. After all, they are alkaline-forming too, with the side benefit of being an amazing immune-system-boosting probiotic that eats sugar-loving cancer cells.
Or should it be stress reduction? Or sunlight? A big part of my decision to move to Florida was my research and gut instincts showing that vitamin D from sunlight is a necessity, and stress is my worst enemy.
The truth is, in addition to making major life changes, I have spent the last few years learning enough to make my brain explode, and I do at least 12 things per day to prevent cancer. Most of them come quite easily as part of my health protocol.
It would be difficult to only do just one. But cancer or no cancer, I believe “the one thing” all people interested in their health should do is to take responsibility for it. We must look to the cause, trust our instincts, and do our own research.
We won’t find drug companies lobbying for sunlight and exercise, or funding research on how those two free luxuries can dramatically improve our health and mental wellness.
It can be as easy as a Google search or following noted professionals and reputable sources who regularly publish valuable research.
I am forever grateful to Dr. Mercola, who helped me to feel confident with my anti-conventional path, and who spends his time and profits standing up to big-bulling-business. I am so thankful for The Truth About Cancer emails, posts, and their documentary series for validating my own success and sharing their research, interviews and testimonials widely to help others.
The sad reality is that our government controls the safety of what we eat and drink and what is injected into our veins, and they have sold out to corporations that benefit from our illness. Pharmaceutical and chemical companies dictate ‘health’ policies including what drugs we are dosed and injected with. Our food and water supply is being poisoned and what used to be five vaccines is now around 35, with life-threatening risks. The perpetrators profit, protected from liability for the damage.
My trust is in my own mind and body, supporting the innate intelligence within.
My various careers have validated the benefit of allowing the body to heal and supporting it when necessary. I witnessed the disappearance of allergies and ear infections in children after a few chiropractic adjustments and/or elimination of dairy. On the flip side, I interviewed parents of autistic children who claim their child’s personality and all of their lives changed dramatically and negatively after a slew of shots.
I watched first hand as a medical doctor trained in natural medicine helped patients defeat disease, ditch drugs, and take control of their health with lifestyle changes and supplementation. I researched the surprising benefits of cannabis, for both seizures and cancer, despite illegality in most states and lack of acknowledgement by insurance companies, who prefer to profit from cancer-causing chemotherapy, radiation and diagnostic tests.
My one thing? To trust my experience, intuition, research, and to support my body’s functioning as the most amazing machine ever to exist…except on holidays.
An excerpt from an article I wrote for the Institute for Natural Healing…
Five-year old Charlotte Figi had a genetic disorder called Dravet syndrome, she had hundreds of seizures a week. That was three years ago. Charlotte’s parents began a hospice program because she was starving to death. Their daughter was barely able to swallow water. Faced with severe consequences such as experimental horse seizure medications or putting their daughter in a coma, the Figis were lucky to hear about the possibilities of help from the hemp plant in the nick of time.
Within months of treatment with oil called Cannabidiol (CBD), Charlotte was able to walk, talk, and feed herself. The treatment has high amounts of CBD. It’s a potent, natural product of the Cannabis plant… Yet Charlotte’s Web does not contain chemicals that get you high.
Her mom, Paige Figi, recently told CNBC that they put the oil in Charlotte’s mouth…and she stopped seizing immediately. After a few months, she began to walk, then talk, and then feed herself!
‘Charlotte’s Web’ is more than a story to thousands of children who suffer from epileptic seizures. Instead, it is a form of hemp that has saved their lives. And it’s illegal in most states. The growers, the Stanley Brothers, named this strain of the cannabis plant after Charlotte.
Today, Charlotte is a healthy child. She doesn’t take any pharmaceutical drugs. She can go to school… Play with her twin sister—and older brother… She even rides a horse.
Dr. Sanjay Gupta, a neurosurgeon, filmed a documentary about kids like Charlotte that aired on CNN. Parents told their first-hand stories. Often, amazing results occurred with the very first doses.
Meanwhile, legal seizure meds have many severe side effects. They include an inability to speak, eat, or walk. Some kids have excruciating headaches. Parents also dislike that the drugs change their child’s personality. It makes many kids angry, mean, and even violent.
Thankfully, Charlotte does not need to suffer from dangerous seizure drugs… And she barely has a seizure anymore. Her hemp oil treatment helped reduce her seizure frequency by 99%. And she is not alone… CNBC reports that 85% of patients who use the CBD have a reduction in seizures. Paige Figi now works with the Realm of Caring to help other children have access to this miraculous, herbal treatment.
People around the world have moved to Colorado since the state legalized cannabis for those who live there. The stress of leaving or dividing their families is worth it. They want to save and/or improve their kids’ lives.
Not only the children suffer. Seizure disorders cause financial and mental stress on those who care for them. For example, many children need to stay indoors to avoid outdoor light. They require constant and intensive care. They often have to go to the hospital. Many parents stay awake all night long in fear that their child will stop breathing.
Those who tried to make the oil on their own have had little success. It is difficult to make a safe, effective dose. As a result, thousands in Colorado wait on a list for the oil. Few dispensaries carry that specific, legal strain.
Marijuana also has promise for other diseases, like breast cancer. Unfortunately, the U.S. only recently allowed limited testing of the plant for use as medicine. Historically, pharmacies sold oils from the plant for decades, until it was banned in the 1930’s.
Current federal law says that CBD and THC are Schedule 1 drugs with no accepted medical use. Big Pharma is pumping untold amounts of money to keep it that way… They don’t want to miss out on those profits…
Even conservative states such as Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, and Florida have allowed the use of Charlotte’s Web for patients with seizures. On the flip side, there are still many politicians who are not open to the plant’s medicinal uses.
Paige Figi is also working tirelessly to effect change legally to help those who suffer. Her new 501c4 coalitionforaccessnow.org just dropped a bill Wednesday in DC, HR1635, to amend the Controlled Substances Act to exclude cannabidiol-rich plants. It is the nonprofit’s first project of many.
About 2.7 million people in the United States suffer from seizures. Half of them are children. They are kept from the relief they need. Marijuana can help. Yet their health is even more at risk with the drugs doctors push on them…