‘The Edge of Glory’: 2011 edition

Lady Gaga’s not my cup of peculiar tea.  Had it not been for some fabulous gay divas whom I’m lucky enough to call friends, I never would have known this was a song of hers.  But the title fits.  As ridiculously corny as it sounds, I truly feel as though I’m on the edge of glory.  I’ve been to hell and back this year….2012 is my vindication.  A fresh start.  The first year of the rest of my life.  Watch out, world.

“I have learned that success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.”  ~ Booker T. Washington

Now it’s time to give credit where it’s due and reflect on the joys of this year. 

Tatum wishes you all a happy new year!

11 Blessings of 2011:

1)  Tatum Maris Reed, my precious unborn daughter, serves as a constant reminder of the greatest blessing in life– a child.  Of all the times for me to be pregnant, it is no accident that I’m expecting right now.  Our sweet little girl was a complete surprise but I know the life inside my womb keeps me strong and focused while reminding me that everything I do is for my family.  With the presence of Tatum, depending on me in every sense of the word, I can’t afford to crumble. 

2)  If not for my beloved Adam, my fighting spirit would be crushed, and it would be so easy to lose hope.  Nobody will ever have the satisfaction of seeing me ‘break’ nor will I ever give up, shut up, or go away until the outcome and my desires are one in the same.  The only person tougher than me in this situation is my son.  To be yanked apart from the people he loves– not once but twice– with zero explanation is beyond traumatizing.  Even before his removal from school that fateful day he had already seen too much.  But my Adam is a trooper.  We’ll get through this.  Our first few months in California will NOT define our family’s time here.  Watching him dote on his little sister and be the best big brother will be the ultimate reward. 

3)  During a time of tremendous uncertainty I stumbled across an advertisement for a job that ultimately became mine.  Fate works in mysterious ways.  Who would have thought I’d ever skim through a local newspaper– I turn to the internet for my news– my second day in Paso and see a promising employment opportunity?  And a church of all places!  To say I was ‘de-churched’ [more on that in #8] is putting it mildly.  Two weeks elapsed from my series of interviews until I was offered the position and I began work on October 5th, exactly one month after arriving in the women’s shelter.  Not only do I love the work I do but I am so lucky do being doing it surrounded by kind, talented, and inspirational coworkers.  It’s an honor to work for a church whose mission and philosophy I support wholeheartedly, the place I attend on Sundays.  Even daily tasks that may seem ‘dull’ fly by because it’s fulfilling for me to know that I’m helping others and making their lives easier.

4)  An incredible organization dedicated to providing women with safety, education, healing, and community resources took me in when I had nobody in this foreign land and completely changed my life.  Where would I be without the Women’s Shelter of San Luis Obispo?  Their support and the resources they provided helped me steer myself back on the path instead of wandering around aimlessly because I was so stunned by recent events.  It boggles my mind to think of it– getting picked up from the Atascadero police station after filing a domestic violence report by a shelter volunteer who took us to a safe facility in Paso Robles, getting settled into our suite the same day, and having a dedicated group of professionals point me in the right direction when I knew absolutely nothing about opportunities available to me in this new area.  Even after I left the house they’ve continued to care for me.  Once life settles down a bit I most definitely plan to volunteer for WSSLO….but I know I can never express my gratitude or repay the debt. 

California palm trees never cease to lift my spirits

5)  Despite the fact that I missed a narrow window where I could have returned to Memphis, I am here in California for the foreseeable future….and I not only survived but flourished independently. Let me be the first to tell you I’ve had tremendous assistance from organizations and individuals getting on my feet.  Within a month of arriving in Paso not only had I started my job as an Administrative Assistant but I’d enrolled Adam in a prestigious private preschool.  By Thanksgiving  I had the keys to my apartment.  I’m not on Section 8, I don’t live in low income housing, and I definitely pay rent.  All of my expenses are paid on time.  My parents aren’t paying my bills and I don’t rely on a man to provide for me.  This may not sound like anything novel….but considering the complete 180 I did in such a short period, I’m damn proud of myself.

6)  Brandi Crook is the woman of my dreams.  Neither one of us is embarrassed or ashamed to discuss our time at the shelter, so I can tell you that is where we met.  We shared a suite and she a huge factor in my ability to acclimate to the shelter and get my behind into gear.  I felt an instant connection with her.  She went above and beyond to help me with listening ears, insightful advice, and even child care when I needed a sitter for a few days after I’d started work and before Adam’s child care went into effect.  One night she even put lotion on my feet and gave me a foot massage that took me to Cloud 9.  I loved our book swaps and I’m so glad we’re still close after we both left the shelter.  Sassy, witty, opinionated, intelligent, courageous, fun, direct, sarcastic, an excellent mother, refuses to settle for less or let people escape accountability– there is simply no one else on this planet like her– and that’s one of the absolute highest compliments I can give.  All hail Brandi.  Maybe it can’t happen for 2012 but we’re on for Sandals ’13.  ;)

7)  My family is the greatest, as are my friends, old and new.  I come from a very close-knit family, especially with those in Memphis….there are my incredible parents, Aunt Sarah & Uncle Tommy, Oliver & Gideon [my first cousins and their wives, Katrina & Carly, respectively], and Sharon and Kenny.  As we say in the South my ‘people’ are everywhere.  And I miss them so much.  I’m hoping to use my time out west to connect with my California family as well.  Additionally, my friends are the most eclectic yet amazing bunch.  They are sorely missed and loved beyond comprehension.  Thank you for reminding me why you’re the best group of loved ones, especially during my absence.  It’s been so nice making new friends here too.

8)  Spirituality became my anchor during this tumultuous time.  With the exception of Bella Luna Bliss back in Memphis, I’d all but lost touch with the divine.  I thank my church for reminding me that organized religion can be a very positive thing and restoring my faith in Christianity.  Let’s just say what I hear on Sundays here ain’t nothing like the Bible belt!  Of course the role of UU always has a prominent place in my life as do other meaningful spiritual traditions….I’ll never lose that insatiable urge to learn about the faiths of others and I’ll always lead by example as opposed to proselytizing.  But I’m in a much better place now, considerably more whole. 

I will ALWAYS find a way to make trips to Arkansas to see my first true love's resting place. It's important for my son to know his namesake. *R.i.P.*

9)  JiLTED– the magazine formerly know as STiR– is back in business.  So I guess this means I’ve officially announced the name change.  The word itself resonated deeply with Mandy and me– and is a literary reference to one of our favorite authors– thus making it a perfect choice.  All of us are thrilled beyond belief to get it started again and there are so many fresh faces lending their time and talents!  For those of you who don’t know, ours is an online magazine covering a wide variety of content [books, spirituality, art, politics, etc.] and we don’t shy away from controversy.  The mini issue arrives on January 7th and our debut issue hits the presses on April 7th.  Please contact me for additional details about writing, artistic involvement, or other ways you can contribute.

10)   Would you believe me if I said I have learned some serious lessons this year?  I honestly can’t even begin to list them all here.  What most people consider ‘regrets’ I view as learning experiences and I’ve had the education of my life in 2011.  I’ll never be the same.  My relationships will never be the same.  Our family will never be the same.  My outlook on virtually everything will never be the same.  Perhaps my greatest triumph will be my refusal to capitulate to the anger, bitterness, and negativity and prevail.

11)  Angels are among us, truly good people exist, kindness is everywhere, love is all around us, and I am fortunate enough to realize this firsthand.  Literally there are tears [of the happy variety] streaming down my face as I write this.  Whether it’s a non-profit, friends from church with true servant’s hearts, or other acts of kindness I’ve encountered I am so eternally grateful for all the love and support I’ve received.  When I arrived at my apartment I had nothing– by the end of the first day I had a loveseat, two end tables, a breakfast table, kitchen items, towels and blankets, two lamps, and a full-sized bed with a mattress, pillows, and linens.  Wow.  People have gone above and beyond to give me rides and call/text just to check up on me.  I’ve had invitations for holiday meals  and know that help– for anything– is only a phone call away.  How truly blessed I am.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Terrible Awful: 2011 edition

No word exists in the English language to quantify how abominable, appalling, atrocious, bad, calamitous, deplorable, deplorable, dreadful, horrible, intolerable, miserable, repulsive, tragic, unbearable, and wretched year 2011 was for me.  Combine every adjective you just read and multiply it by a million.  That’s my year!  We’ll steal Minnie Jackson’s terminology and refer to it as the ‘Terrible Awful.’ 

Temporary catharsis is all I seek.  Factors beyond my control dictate the terms for certain grievances….and I have no choice other than to carry them with me into the new year.  Obviously there is a massive Terrible Awful that makes all others pale in comparison– and some of these seem more innocuous than others– but this is my time to complain.

Minnie's done somethin' Terrible Awful!

So let’s knockout my woeful [and oftentimes incensed] lamentations as quickly as possible.  Without further ado, 11 things I despised about 2011:

1)  Sloane versus Child ‘Welfare’ Services.  I’m not even going to dignify them with three sentences so we’ll end here at two.

2)  Never in my life do I want to make another appearance in a courtroom in the county of San Luis Obispo.  Much to my chagrin I can think of at least two more dates where I’ll be scheduled to appear.  Whether it’s custody issues, my divorce, or testifying in another case the legal process drags on ad infinitum.  This is neither the time nor the place for me to discuss why I’m a VIP in the courts here, but I wanted to take this opportunity to assure you that I’m not a criminal– my little wrists have never felt the cold metal of handcuffs!– nor have I been charged with anything.  I’m a law abiding citizen who has done nothing wrong, though as you can imagine from the categories I mentioned above this is seemingly endless red tape.

3)  My marriage came to a screeching halt.  While I’m not divorced [see #4], it’s completely over, and that upsets me tremendously.  Will and I were estranged for over three years of our marriage so I’m used to him not being in the picture.  Yet I was [naive and foolish] so hopeful that our daughter could allow us to have a fresh start….for a very intelligent woman isn’t that a stupid thought?  And it’s not myself I worry about– I’m fiercely independent and prefer being unattached– but my children.  They deserve a loving and attentive father who provides for them, a father who treats their mother with courtesy and respect even though they are no longer involved.  I want to be able to co-parent and have a dear friend in my former spouse.  Given the circumstances that simply can’t happen.  We’ll never be a Bruce and Demi.  The union of Sloane and Will didn’t just succumb to ‘irreconcilable differences’ or fizzle and fade.  How do I explain this to the kids?  “Sorry Adam, Daddy can’t come with you to Father/Son day at school because it violates the terms of the restraining order.” 

4)  Residency requirements are not my friend in the state of California.  Until the marriage is dissolved on paper, any custody issues are infinitely more complex, as is anything that pertains to domestic violence.  I want to give birth to Tatum and come to our cozy apartment to recuperate and spend quality time with my children.  My biggest concern should be separation anxiety from my infant when I return to work, not dealing with a divorce.  Because as luck would have it– of course!– I don’t exist on paper in the state of California until one day before Tatum’s arrival.

14 month old Adam in the CAR wearing his cow suit. I sure do miss my CAR. Having a CAR is a very nice thing.

5)  Being homeless– can we say major no bueno?  Granted, I was never on the streets panhandling and sleeping on cardboard…but there was a period of two and a half weeks where Adam and I lived in a motel.  I cannot even begin to describe to you how agonizing and stressful it is to not know where you are going to sleep past the next few nights, especially when you have a child.  The ‘transient’ time between my unexpected departure from the women’s shelter and my joyous arrival in my apartment was brutal.  And the troubles hadn’t even started!

6)  Would you be surprised if I told you I was unbelievably homesick?  Between a period of not having a home– literally– and being 3000 miles away from the place I’ve known as home for the first quarter century of my life.  The overwhelming majority of the amazing people I call friends are east of the Mississippi River clustered around the Hernando DeSoto Bridge [a.k.a. the new bridge].  I even miss Memphis.  Around here all the financial establishments sound so….corporate.  How could I possibly trust anyone with my personal accounting that doesn’t work for Mo’ Money Taxes?

7)  This is quite difficult to discuss but once upon a time I had a car.  Not just any car, a gorgeous BMW X3 in a dazzling silver color.  It was glorious.  Beyond glorious.  When I drove alone the speedometer went to 345943945435943 in no time at all.  When driving with Adam I trusted my safe and reliable vehicle.  Sometime during the hour where Alyssa and I were getting acupuncture in our ears [trying valiantly to cleanse ourselves of bad juju and stress less, unbeknownst to me, my car met its untimely demise while it was a certain someone's DUI chariot.

[[ Sidenote:  When I took this picture I moved his car seat strap down so he would smile.  It's clearly not secure and that's not how he rode while we were actually moving in the vehicle.  You can never be too cautious with clarifying these things. ]]

8)  Sloane, meet poverty.  There is nobody to blame for this except yours truly but I had zero savings when I needed it the most.  Even cheap motels get costly.  Come apartment time, I had to furnish it [though I received tons of generous gifts for which I am so thankful], and then they wanted rent again after already getting the first month and a security deposit?!  Then came the introductory bills for various places.  And Christmas.  Blah, blah, blah.

Absolutely no relevance to this post, but it's a cool picture

9)  This was a lousy, sickly year for my health.  Physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritiually, I was simply not healthy– which understandably took its toll.  I should have known what to expect when I went for a ‘wellness checkup’ the second week of January….and slipped on a patch of ice dislocating my knee, almost tearing my MCL, and getting a swollen and inflamed meniscus.  Well then.

10)  What the hell was I thinking when it came to dating?!  My first ex of the year I wish nothing but the best for….it simply ran its course.  We were both reluctant to jump ship and it should have ended a lot sooner.  I thank him for handling it like a gentleman and having the courtesy and respect to not talk poorly of me, just as I do for him.  Next one of my very best friends and I tried our luck at being a couple for two weeks:  epic fail.  Then there was….I’m scared if  even mention it in too much detail I’ll hear a knock at my patio door and he’ll be outside with an ax despite the fact that he’s thousands of miles away.  He’s said it himself he’ll “never stop harassing me.”   Suffice it to say he’s a deranged stalker who is profoundly disturbing and highly unstable.  And finally there was that attempted reconciliation with Will.  That certainly ended well!

11)  People.  Behaving.  Badly.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

The last day of 2011

Prepare yourself for an onslaught of postings this evening as I ruminate on this past year and eagerly embrace the coming one.  Maybe I’ll even whip out that sparkling cider that’s been perched atop my fridge since Thanksgiving.  Interestingly enough, I plan to watch the Times Square countdown, something I haven’t done in years.  Typical holiday fanfare makes me want to vomit or throw something at my television….but I’m actually hoping to get some sort of closure of this hellish year from the privacy of my own home.  In the immortal words of Whitney Hubbard“Good riddance 2011. Bring on the Mayan Apocalypse, after this year I can handle anything.”  AMEN.

In the meantime, check out FailBlog’s Top Ten FAILS of the year.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Deux ans

The birthday boy doing what Southern boys do

Happy 2nd birthday to my wonderful godson, Ethan!  Auntie Sloane loves and misses you very much.  Don’t let your sister open all your presents.  ;)

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Those dashing good looks

My self-portraits reveal which of my parents is my doppelganger...

And it's definitely not Mommy!

I must say I resemble her significantly in this shot though.

Adam mastered the advanced features of my new digital camera while I was still struggling with basic concepts.  Now he’s moved onto the more artistic endeavor capturing himself in front of the lens.  All of these are self-portraits, minus the image of his father.  Is it not unreal how much they look alike?  I’m a little less than pleased with my likeness in the third picture because I embody the quintessential pregnant woman– wan, bags under my eyes, exhausted look, puffy, etc.– but it’s adorable of him and meaningful because he took it.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

It’s a BOY for Danielle!

Ethan and Carley watch Aunt Allison's wedding with their mama. =)

It’s a boy!!  Aiden Joshua Dunn is expected to make his debut on April 27th.

I know how thrilled Danielle is to have a second son.  To be a single mother– she is no longer with her fiancee and the father of her children– takes a toll on any woman.  Yet having three children [Carley was born in August '08 and Ethan December '09] under the age of four?!  She deserves an award.  How she keeps it together with only minimal financial help from an uncooperative father is beyond me.

Sharing simultaneous pregnancies with one of my very best friends in the same city would have been such a rewarding experience.  I’ve always thought it would be such a special time in your life to share with one of your nearest and dearest….but alas, it will never happen to me.  No more fruit from my loins.  And the only one of my friends [with the obvious exception of Danielle] who hasn’t reached their offspring quota yet is Mandy.  So Miss Lauman, if you want to be a part of the bump brigade then you need to make that happen– like today.  We may be able to share one or two weeks of pregnancy time together if you act immediately!  No pressure.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Don’t drink and drive on NYE

Hey, New Years Drinkers, aka Weekend Warrior Amateurs: No excuses, folks. Don’t drink and drive-and don’t ride with anybody who does. Tipsy Tow offered by AAA: You don’t have to be a AAA member, from 6pm-6am on New Year’s Eve/Day they will take your drunk self and your car home for FREE. Save this number… 1-800-222-4357. Please re-post this if you don’t mind.

What a brilliant idea.  I suggest you program this number into your phone now and consider making plans in advance before the drinking begins.  Ideally transportation with a sober driver behind the wheel should be handled before you ever leave the house for New Year’s Eve.  Don’t wait until the last minute when you run the risk of a few drinks clouding your judgement.  Also remember that bars are responsible for providing you with a taxi if you get too intoxicated.  There are never any circumstances where it is okay for you to drive drunk or ride with somebody who has been drinking, period, no exceptions.  And no, the ‘designated driver’ is not the person who has consumed the fewest drinks and/or appears to be the most functional.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

32 weeks

Week 32's imagery

[[ Image courtesy of Baby Center and info from WebMD ]]

NOTE:  My actual countdown is 31 weeks.  I cannot remember if I explained this discrepancy but because I am a scheduled C-section, I’ll be giving birth exactly one week before my due date.  So when Tatum arrives on February 21st she’s 39 weeks exactly whereas my actual due date based on all factors combined is February 28th.  Because of my raging OCD I simply couldn’t bear the thought of Tatum coming ‘early’ so I made my due date coincide with my C-section.  And there you have it.

Baby: Your baby measures about 18.9 inches long from head to toe and weighs almost 4 pounds. It fills almost all the space in your uterus now, either lying with the head up or sometimes still with enough room to do somersaults ['Sometimes?!'  She's totally out of space but that certainly hasn't stopped her from doing somersaults]. A layer of fat is forming underneath the thin, wrinkly skin. Baby’s practicing opening his eyes and breathing.

Mom-to-be: Although you’ve only been seeing the doctor monthly, now you’ll probably start seeing your practitioner every two weeks until the last month, when you’ll probably switch to weekly visits [I'm already on weekly visits-- the joys of being insanely stressed combined with severe anxiety]. You may continue to get backaches and leg cramps [A leg cramp would be fantastic right about now instead of  my gimp knee flaring up]. You may also notice colostrum leaking from your breasts, a yellowish fluid that precedes milk production [Thankfully there's none of that.  I think the girls inherently know they're not a food source and don't even try. ;) ]

Tip of the Week: You might be carrying differently from others at the same stage of pregnancy. Whether you’re carrying higher or lower, bigger or smaller, wider or more compact depends on the size and position of baby, your body type and how much weight you’ve gained. For more comfort, drink plenty of fluids, elevate your legs when sitting, lie on your left side and wear support stockings.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane


Holiday extras

Apparently I’m not the only one with an aversion to the holiday season.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Emo kid needs to cheer up….we could all take a cue from this lovely family who is committed to a festive Christmas card despite their unfortunate circumstances during these trying times.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lost in translation?  Or totally accurate?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Homesick, Malawi, city of forrest

Direct your eyes to the left of this page and you’ll notice a white box titled ‘Live Traffic Feed.’  The mysterious ways of the internet are largely lost on me….yet I do know this primitive tracking device is somewhat unreliable.  For example, I can think of three people in specific locations [not a large metropolitan area such as 'Memphis' that could easily be anyone] that visit my blog daily and I’ve never once seen those places appear.  The Feedjit, as it’s called, didn’t cost me a penny.  Perhaps I could have more advanced features and a record of every visit if I was willing to pay– but I’m not– so I guess we’ll never know.

Before one of the many adventures at Campus View

Hello to the frequent visitor in Malawi!  Hopefully you’re not preparing to inform me that the Glorious Prince Reverend Abacha urgently needs my one thousand dollar donation [which will later be returned to me as a million dollars] to the Continental African Bank], but I welcome you anyway.  Send me an email and introduce yourself.  Please encourage all your Malawian friends to read Cocktails With Hemingway because I have a feeling my little family is going to want to go somewhere totally off the grid when this debacle ends.

A daily visitor comes from Forrest City, Arkansas here in the good ol’ U S of A.  Although one of my closest friends from many years ago was born and raised there, I don’t know a soul in those parts at the present time.  My advice to the Forrest City fan would be get to Little Rock as soon as possible because the city of forest is dreadfully boring.  Or maybe it’s changed.  It’s almost a decade since I last visited and think of all that can happen in the span of ten years….

But I digress.  Seeing Forrest City pop up on my Feedjit got me incredibly homesick.  Remembering fun times with Jason, the friend in question, sent my mind thinking about the countless acquaintances I’ve encountered and how seamlessly I can transition between groups.  I’ve come to the conclusion that I must know 319432035959435943503543 people.  Not all of them are folks I consider friends and I’m sure a fair amount of them dislike me– but like I always say– you love me, you hate me, but you’ll never forget me.  ;)

I’ll devote an entire post [probably the first of many] to being homesick at a later date.  As is the case with most individuals, I’m sure, I’m mainly longing for people as opposed to places.  Memphis will always be….Memphis….but I miss my friends.  And I’m so grateful that not all of my nearest and dearest are in Memphis.  We’ve scattered and dispersed and now we’re everywhere!  It’s strangely reassuring to think that I could go to virtually every state in this country [and even some international destinations] and see a familiar face that would welcome us with open arms.  I

To Shar:  thank you for your message.  I did post it, however, I can’t find it on my new format.  For somebody who blogs so incessantly I really do know very little about the Word Press program.  We’ll catch up soon.  Can you believe it was only two years ago we were in Georgia?! 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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