Thursday, April 21, 2016

New Book Launched!

And I Remember is officially on sale!  Get your copy today!

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Sunday, February 28, 2016

Coming Soon!

My new book is set to publish in approximately 3 weeks!   

A man’s stories change as he changes. They grow with him as he grows, and both the wisdom and humor gained from each experience deepen upon years of reflection. Generational wisdom, the experiences of our parents and our grandparents, are the treasures worth inheriting. For those fortunate enough to have been raised by story-telling fathers, we know that their lessons are the most precious things willed to us and the jewels we will pass to our children. The truths shared by those who have lived well, loved successfully, and laid down their dreams to find fulfillment in the dreams of others must be cherished and remembered.

In And I Remember, Carolina S. Barr shares a collection of stories that have been told to her by her father—stories from the mouth of a tenacious man who has lived through everything from the traumatizing sights of WWII to unconventional bed-wetting deterrents to laugh-out-loud run-ins with more dead than deadly sharks. Live, laugh, and learn from his experiences in the only slightly exaggerated life stories of Gerardo Stecca.

Below, you will find a short video I took with my phone of an 8mm film my dad made in his teenage years.  The story behind this fabulous film is one of the many you won't want to miss in And I Remember.

Don't forget to stop by And I Remember official Facebook page to enter into the drawing for an autographed copy of the book!

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Friday, April 10, 2015


Jumping on my bed is one of the most freeing activities I could do.  I mean it.  For me, there is nothing more therapeutic than jumping on my bed.  Sure, I probably have to replace our mattress more often than most people but taking into consideration how much a therapist would cost me, I think I come out ahead every time.  

I discovered jumping-as-therapy about 6 years ago on a typical rainy Northwest day.  My kids had been stuck indoors for a few days and I didn’t know what else to do with them.  I had been trying to work on balancing our checkbook and paying bills all afternoon and the stress was making me a bit irritable.  So irritable that I suddenly heard myself saying, “Why don’t you boys go get your wiggles out and jump on my bed for a few minutes?”  It took a bit of convincing to get them to believe that I was serious but they were soon on their way.  They ran up the stairs as fast as their little legs could carry them, leaving me with the peace and quiet I had needed.

It didn’t take long for the sounds of laughter to start carrying down the stairs.  I listened for a few minutes at their non-stop giggling, happy that they had ceased their fighting, but a bit frustrated at the noise.  Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.  I put my coffee down, pushed the pile of papers aside and headed upstairs.  I stood in the doorway for a few minutes absorbing the joy that was exuding from them as they pretended to be weightless astronauts.  

“Mom, come join us!” they begged.  

“No, thank you.  Mom is too big for that”, I replied in my wisest voice.
“No you aren’t!  Just try it, mom.  It feels good!” said my ever encouraging oldest.
I looked at my watch and saw that I had plenty of time before I had to start dinner so I conceded.   

“Ok, but only for a couple of bounces then mom has to go ”.

I stepped up on the bed and started to gently bounce as they giggled and attempted to bounce hard enough to make me fall. 

“This isn’t so bad,” I thought.  “This is actually fun!”

Something inside my brain clicked and I soon found myself bouncing higher and higher.  My excitement was being fueled by their laughter and joy.  I had my own cheering section and the more they cheered, the higher I went.  Soon, I couldn’t tell who was laughing hardest.  My room became a new galaxy and we were the fearless explorers!

I can’t remember how long we jumped for.  All I know is that time stood still for me.  We collapsed on the bed in a giant pile of sweaty weariness.  We didn’t even have energy to laugh anymore.  All we could do is catch our breath and smile at each other.  No words were needed.  We all knew that our adventure had been one-of-a-kind.  Nothing could take that moment away from us. 

My husband came home not long after we landed back on earth.  The boys greeted him at the door, stumbling over their words as they tried to explain what had transgressed.  He looked at me with a face that said “it doesn’t surprise me.”

After dinner, I went back to working on paying bills and untangling the mess of numbers in our checkbook.  The instant I began this awful task I realized something.  It didn’t feel the same.  It didn’t make me frustrated or sad.  It no longer felt like work.  I couldn’t put my finger on it until I overheard the boys speaking of our adventure.  It was then I realized that all the stresses of the day had fallen off my shoulders as I jumped on the bed.  I no longer feared the task ahead of me.  It was awesome. I couldn’t wait to do it again.

Fast forward six years.  I write this as I watch Liam and his friends jump at the new trampoline place that opened up in town.  I don’t jump as often as I did then, mostly because we have a newer mattress that I would like to enjoy for a while before “breaking it in”.  It’s alright.  I don’t need to jump as often as I used to.  Learning to laugh at myself and the tough things in life has brought my stress level down several notches.  Every day, I choose to laugh.  The memory of that first jump tells me that being a kid makes anything bearable.  The boys have also become aware of those moments when mom needs to be a kid.

It is during those moments that I hear “Mom?  Do you want to jump?”

Sunday, March 22, 2015