Good morning, Dublin!

Upon hearing yesterday’s knock on the door my first thought was to ignore the unexpected company– no witnesses for Jehovah at this house.  But alas, I did not.  So glad to see one of my closest friends from college, Anne!  We sat in my backyard and waited to observe the mating habits of white-tailed deer.  ;)

We've come a long way from green beer!

We’ve come a long way from green beer!

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Mother’s Day 2013

“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.” ~ Oscar Wilde

I could not ask for a better day.

I could not ask for a better day.

Allow me to extend my heartfelt gratitude and sincere appreciation to all the moms out there.  Whether you relaxed with breakfast in bed, got pampered with a pedicure, took a nap, or went about business as usual….thank you for all that you do.  A mother is a woman who raises, nurtures, and guides a child whether it grows within you or not.  Let me take this opportunity to tell my own mom how much I love her.  MeMae, Aunt Sarah, Maris, Danielle, and all the other women in my life who are Mommies– much love to you all.

Now THIS is a great card!

Now THIS is a great card!

Last year I spent Mother’s Day curled up in the fetal position, alone in my apartment in California, weeping.  Thank God that chapter of my life is ancient history.  My only ‘complaints’ about today involve Tatum’s tummy bug and Adam’s video game snafu. Our morning consisted of brunch at Interim with my beloved parents, cousins [and Kat], and Aunt Sarah & Uncle Tommy.  Next, Dad and I took Adam to go see the Robert Downey Jr. movie which made both mother and son very happy campers.  ;)

Adam Harrison Reed and Tatum Maris Reed made me a mother.  No words even begin to describe the love I have for my two precious children.  Hands down, they are the best things I’ve ever done– what a tremendous honor to know I played 50% of the role in their creation!– and the best things I will ever do. 

We may not always see eye to eye...but my mother is my best friend and personal hero.

We may not always see eye to eye…but my mother is my best friend and personal hero.

The only card better than our united family’s creation are the cards Adam created for me.  Is there anything more precious than your child’s artwork?!  He made two cards [with the help of Little John] which you see below.  I love the way he nailed my black hair– at least that was its color until several days ago– and glasses.  As for my skin tone, perhaps he’s trying to tell me that I belong on Jersey Shore?  Or maybe he’s seen too many chola chicks in California?  We may never know.

My coloring looks a little off...

My coloring looks a little off…

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

 

 

MBC3

• March Blog Challenge •
Day 3: What Makes You Happy?

Generally speaking the things that make me happy can be categorized into seven themes: children, good people, helping others, travel, humor, the little things, and songs.

☻ Children ☻
Adam and Tatum bring me the greatest joy I’ve ever known– motherhood. The rewards are infinite. My son and daughter complete me.
Yet even before I was a parent I’ve always loved kids. Whether it’s teaching the K-2nd grade students at Neshoba, tutoring, babysitting, or anything in between, I do what I can to be around children as often as possible. Few things are more gratifying than watching a young person learn and develop as they blossom before you. Their innocence, enthusiasm, wide-eyed curiosity, straightforward logic, frequent questions, and ‘saying the darnedest things’ moments are endearing.

Always look for an excuse to unleash your inner child.

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☻ Good People ☻

Examples of the tragic consequences of bullying make headlines with alarming frequency. Social media exacerbates the epidemic, contributing to bad behavior from all age levels. People can be so cruel. So it’s always refreshing to see stories of folks behaving nicely. Like the homeless man who returned a woman’s wedding ring– and her subsequent fundraising to reward him for his kindness. Or the kids who stood on the sidelines cheered on their physically handicapped classmate as he finished a race. The airline employees who helped a passenger get to his dying mother’s bedside. Anyone and everyone who does something out of the kindness of their heart…doing something because it’s the right thing to do without expecting anything in return. Those who stand up for others and speak out against injustice.
Instances such as these occur on a daily basis. Wouldn’t it be nice if the media covered more of those to counteract the negativity that saturates our news? Let’s inspire and encourage.

☻ Helping Others ☻

If not for my desire to help others as much and as frequently as I am able then my ability to weather the storm would be severely compromised. Simply put, helping you helps me, and the mutual benefit makes me happy. I’m thrilled to make another person feel good about themselves or make their lives easier. Even the smallest actions, such as smiling at a stranger on the street, can have a big impact on their day.

☻ Travel ☻

I don’t care where I’m going, how I get there, who I’m with, or what we’re doing. If the opportunity to travel arises…my bags are packed and I’m out the door. Some of the best trips don’t involve any packing or even any bags. I live for those spur of the moment, impromptu road trips. Even though I have a passport and have traveled extensively– driving across the bridge into West Memphis to eat at Waffle House and cruise through an unfamiliar neighborhood makes for a ‘foreign’ experience. A wrong turn could easily be a source of frustration– or one hell of a story! Roll with the punches and make the most of it. And take lots of pictures.
[[Obviously traveling with the wee ones requires coordination and advanced planning, but it's still possible to incorporate an element of adventure and a carefree spirit.]]

The British Virgin Islands for Jen & Todd’s 2005 wedding is one none of us will ever forget.

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☻ Little Things ☻
It truly doesn’t take much to make me happy.
Taking baths. Meeting somebody with whom you really ‘click.’ Finding imperative items for a fraction of the price at a thrift store. Meaningful conversations. Seeing the ocean. A delicious meal. Exciting games in Words With Friends. Stumbling upon unique rocks. Talking to Maris. <3

☻ Humor ☻
Life is funny. Nothing is ever so bad that you can't laugh. Virtually every situation contains humor. Laugh freely and laugh often. It's okay to be politically incorrect.

Cheer up, emo dude, top center.

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☻ Songs ☻
I could be listening to the eulogy mid-funeral, hear one of these, and be in a great mood. Not that I anticipate that scenario ever happening or anything. ;)
DISCLAIMER: Some of these ditties contain lyrics that are obscene at best and downright vulgar at worst. You have been sufficiently warned that these are NSFW or little ears, so listen at your own risk. The video/song below is squeaky clean.

“Scotty Doesn’t Know” – Lustra
“Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta” – Geto Boys
“Peggy Sue” – Buddy Holly
“3.14″ – Bloodhound Gang
“Holiday” – Weezer
“Scene For Dummies” – Hollywood Undead
“Mr. Right” – Mickey Avalon
“Black Jesus” – Everlast
“Goin Steady” – Rocko
“No Hands” – Waka Flocka Flame ft. Wale & Roscoe Dash
“Go DJ” – Lil Wayne
“Still Fly” – Big Tymers
“Whatever You Like” – TI
“Army” – Ben Folds Five
“Volcano” – Presidents of the United States of America

High school memories. Hey Alg!

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

MBC1

• March Blog Challenge •
Day 1: A self portrait + 5 random facts

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My friend, Preston, captured this image in 2005 during a spring photo shoot at the historic Peabody Hotel in Memphis. Megan Childers [favorite roomie and actual roomie at the time!] served as my partner in crime. We frolicked around downtown, laughing and feeling famous as we played model. I adored my strapless , formfitting dress. It made me feel glamorous and feminine– a radical departure from my tomboy style– and I distinctly remember a sense of maturity that was otherwise foreign to my 19 year old college self. The red dress with black polka dots gave me a figure [prior to my childbearing curves I rocked the physique of a fifth grade boy], much to my delight. Overall I felt stylish, elegant, sassy, playful…and exhausted. This was one of the last pictures Preston snapped. I love the way my multicolored bracelets [to this day I still wear dozens of them] are visible. Getting dolled up without compromising my identity created lasting memories. It was a fun day during a very fun time in my life.

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If the phone rings at my favorite newspaper, I answer it, regardless of employment status. Maris took this picture of me at my old desk taking a call during my last trip home [December 2012]. Note the Jersey Shore shirt.

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I uploaded a “25 Random Facts About Me” note to Facebook three years ago. Ten items didn’t make the cut whereas I copied the rest. Present day commentary is italicized.

#1) In case you haven’t noticed, I live on my own planet most of the time. My little universe consists of a plethora of books/magazines [I'd rather read than talk], abundant internet usage, and immersing myself in whatever captivates me at the moment….but I always come back to reality and get things done. Well, most of the time.
I cringe now as I read that statement. While every word is true, it is not immediately clear that I am describing ‘me’ time versus family time. My children get 100% of my focus 100% of the time. I just can’t say the same for adults. ;)

#2) Two of my worst vices are celebrity gossip [I check Perez Hilton religiously- heaven forbid I miss out on important news] and really bad television. Especially MTV. 16 & Pregnant, Teen Mom 1 & 2, Jersey Shore, True Life– I can’t get enough. For the longest time I tried to keep this ‘problem’ under wraps. Yet one day during a 3000-level philosophy class on campus an Us Weekly fell out of my backpack. Busted. I decided then to embrace it.
It’s been almost a year since I’ve had cable and the funds for magazines so I’ve learned to do without…except People magazine and the free TMZ app.

#3) I was adopted at birth. Overall I’m quite indifferent to this fact. I’m not upset or harboring resentment, I’ve just never really cared. However, I am currently in the process of obtaining medical records for the sake of Adam.
Those efforts were suspended due to an unexpected fee and will continue as soon as I am able.

#4) Through my family I can claim Reese Witherspoon, Mark Twain, and John McCain as my relatives or people that have married into our cozy bunch.
That hasn’t changed.

#5) Sports are not my cup of tea. But I do enjoy playing hockey and water polo and watching motocross.
That hasn’t changed either.

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#6) I am a sucker for a Bloody Mary or a Red Stripe beer.
Mmm….

#7) If I could have any ‘superhero power,’ I would choose to be fluent in every language that ever existed and would speak them all frequently.
I wish.

#8) Cotton balls terrify me and I refuse to touch them. As for other phobias, I hate flying, but I have to do it…I’m a nervous wreck on board an aircraft vessel. You do not want to sit next to me.
Oprah had a woman on her now defunct talk show who shared my irrational fear. Oprah also said San Luis Obispo was the happiest place in America. Boy, do I have some bombshells for Ms. Winfrey….

#9) Communication is my weakest link. I hate talking on the phone. I won’t call you unless it’s an emergency. Texting isn’t my forte either. Please don’t ever take it personally if I’m not the best at speaking with you and can never initiate a conversation.
Why can’t we all just email each other?

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#10) To say I am a liberal is an understatement. Women’s issues [especially pro-choice ones], safety for children, rights of LGBT individuals, equality, justice, compassion, kindness, peace, liberty….these things are so important to me.
Add to this list a massive overhaul of Child ‘Welfare” Services. Reforms in Family Court. Protect those innocent kids who did nothing to deserve such a fate.

#11) I am painfully shy. Sometimes it takes me years to warm up to people. But once you get me started, I don’t stop! I’m like a sponge. I sit quietly and absorb everything.
Sarcasm is a virtue and silence is golden. Both are also my defense mechanisms.

#12) If you really want to see me panic, give me ‘bad’ attention. An example of bad attention is a surprise party or servers singing to me in a crowded restaurant. ‘Good’ attention includes public speaking and/or recognition for my accomplishments.
It’s a fine line between praise and panic attack.

#13) Currently I have 9 tattoos and plan on getting at least 9 more. Sorry, Mom and Dad. All of my tattoos are in black ink. I don’t do colors. They are beautiful on others but not for me. My tattoos are words and symbols as opposed to illustrations.
Now I have 13.

#14) Writing is my passion. I will be published. There are too many stories I have to tell and topics to explore for me to remain silent.
AMEN.

#15) I am such a daredevil. This has toned down significantly since I became a mother but I’ll do anything to get an adrenaline rush.
I can’t wait to leap from a plane in the Memphis sky, parachute through the Memphis air, and land on the Memphis ground.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Is this really happening?

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Ten glorious days with Tatum transported me to a blissful state, much like a dream. She’s gone now. And I’m wide awake.

How much more must we endure?

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

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Three strong women

Chrissy, me, and Brandi

The Celebration of Life for our angel, Ashlyn, was today.  What a relief it was to be in a peaceful and happy– surprisingly enough– environment to share our joy that we had 15 months with this wonderful little girl.  It was nice seeing Chrissy’s mom and Heather [her sister] again….and I was especially happy to meet Heather’s beautiful children and to hear they are now living in Nipomo.  As always, Xander was precious.

And, um, can I please get the recipe for whoever made that potato dish?!  I was literally scraping the bottom of the glass after my 57th helping.  Delectable cuisine like that is the quickest way to get a depressed and malnourished girl stuffing her face again.  ;)

So it’s not necessarily the best picture of the three of us, but the image I’ve shared here is so valuable to me.  Brandi and Chrissy were my first real friends here.  Each of us are survivors of domestic abuse, having met at the North County Women’s Shelter.  We started rebuilding our lives together.  We’ll always be linked because of this.  I absolutely adore these strong, courageous, and beautiful women.  Such an honor it is to call them friends.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

The angel princess, Ashlyn

*~Ashlyn Michele Fancher Pena~*

12/27/10 – 3/8/12

Words fail me.  Instead I stare at her sweet little face and sob.  I cannot yet process that I’ll never again be able to give Ashlyn a hug, that her precious smile will only be in photographs.  Although I am profoundly affected by the loss of a young life– and have written about the unimaginable grief of friends here– this is the first time it has happened to a child I know and love.  I’m completely and utterly devastated.

I cannot even imagine how Chrissy, her mother, must feel.  A horrific accident with their television claimed the life of her second child and only daughter.  Poor, poor Chrissy.  May God be with her.

Ashlyn and her brother, Xander, transformed the women’s shelter from a house to a home.  Adam adored his new playmates and doted on ‘Princess’ as he called Ashlyn.  Literally:  “Does Princess need a bottle?”  “Is my little sister going to be like Princess?”  Being able to cuddle a precious baby girl helped build my anticipation for meeting Tatum.  I loved the times where Chrissy had to swap out laundry or grab something from her car and I’d watch the kids.

How will Xander process?  He won’t understand but he’ll certainly notice his sister’s absence.  Will he remember her?  He’s barely 2.  I just can’t believe she isn’t with him physically anymore.  Adam has a very limited comprehension of death and I’m not going to share this with him, not yet.  But when he sees Chrissy, and especially when he sees Xander, he’ll demand to know where Princess is….

I’m so grateful that Chrissy and the kids stopped by the church two days before I got my vehicle.  They gave me a ride back to my apartment as we talked about getting everyone together for Adam’s birthday.  Xander was chatty while Ashlyn slept.  I caught a glimpse of her as I opened the door– she was sound asleep and looked so peaceful.  Just like a little angel.  And now she is one.

Rest in peace, sweet Princess Ashlyn.  <3

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Moon people

Pictures of Adam from his Auntie are my lifeline. That and our phone calls.

Those who believe [almost] 4 year olds haven’t mastered the art of conversation obviously haven’t met my son.  Not only is Adam’s vocabulary extensive, but he adores expressing his thoughts verbally.  People who are constantly shushing their kids irritate me to no end.  I’ve always loved hearing what’s on the mind of children.

“We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.” ~ Stacia Tauscher

Adam’s imagination is so wild.  He knows that lying is not acceptable and he should always tell the truth because I’ve worked extensively with him to instill a sense of virtue.  The difference between right and wrong is something my son knows.  However, that doesn’t stop him from some of his more….farfetched…ideas.  While he was still enrolled in private school in Paso Robles he often complained about his teachers.  Among other things they locked him in a tree house [and set fire to said tree house], starved him, and took his entire paycheck from Subway.  Bad teachers!

Many instances of him stretching the truth are just plain comical.  Some are quite interesting.  On several occasions Adam has attempted to explain to me what exactly a ‘moon person’ is.  A moon person is not an astronaut or an alien.  All three of those are separate categories.  There are also earth people, which aren’t quite humans.  Most of us cannot tell the difference between moon people, astronauts, aliens, earth people, and humans….but Adam’s on it.

My smart, imaginative little boy.  I miss being able to hear what’s going on in his head as he thinks it.  Hopefully he is being encouraged by everyone he encounters to imagine, explore, and talk freely.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Megapalooza and THE Sunburst Queen!

The birthday girl

Happy birthday to my favorite roomie, Megan.  She’s having a blast at Mardi Gras right now [not even five minutes ago did this shot appear on my news feed] so here’s to her celebration.  Have fun and be safe.  Laissez les bons temps rouler!  ;)

Bow down to royalty

Meanwhile, in other Southern news….Miss Skylar won the SUNBURST QUEEN title today in Memphis!  It was her very first pageant and she took home the title.  Mommy Ashley is thrilled and The Queen looks pretty excited too.  Although pageants are not my cup of tea, I wish this dynamic duo the best of luck in state finals.

 

2 days until Tatum’s arrival.  <3

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Grayson James Walker

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born, I set you apart.” -  Jeremiah 1:5

My doctor’s appointment did not go well this morning.  I received some upsetting– though not unexpected news– regarding my health.  Everything is perfectly fine with Tatum, though today’s developments could alter her due date.  Forgive me for being vague but that’s all I choose to reveal right now.  I don’t think anyone could blame me for being despondent or even panicked.  Yet above all else I felt….bummed.  Reality isn’t something I’m trying to avoid nor am I minimizing a potentially serious situation.  Instead I am humbled, knowing that my troubles pale in comparison to another family’s on this gloomy morning.

Heather Walker gives birth to her son Grayson James today.  Diagnosed with anencephaly [a neural tube defect] during a routine ultrasound, the devastating reality is that her precious child will most likely go to Heaven very shortly after he is born.  While I do not know the Walkers personally, we have many mutual friends, and I have been following her blog as she chronicles her family’s journey.  Virtually all pregnant women carrying a child with this condition choose to terminate their pregnancy.  Very few people would have faulted her had she made the same decision.  However, that choice was never an option for her….and she never wavered in her commitment to carry Grayson to term.

I cannot think of a woman– a family– who more fully embodies what it means to believe in something greater than yourself.  They are devout Christians who know that God has a plan for them and Grayson.  They accept this plan.  They trust in this plan.  Whatever your religious and/or spiritual path, how can you not be inspired by their courage and conviction in their beliefs?  The love and light exuded by this family is a miracle in and of itself.  It’s entirely too easy to go to church, say a prayer, thank your Higher Power when the sailing is smooth.  What you do while navigating the rough and stormy waters serves as the testament for your convictions.  I am completely in awe of Heather and wish I could have even a fraction of her bravery, strength, and faith.  By being the woman she is and sharing her story, so many lives have been touched.

How truly blessed I am to have two children in good health who haven’t had any prenatal distress or medical conditions.  While Tatum hasn’t arrived yet, there is nothing to indicate that she will be anything less than healthy.  I’ll give birth, recuperate for a few days, then go home with my infant daughter swaddled in my arms.  Though we’re all praying for a miracle….Heather probably will not have the opportunity to take her son in her arms, yet she is comforted by the fact that he will be in the arms of Jesus.  Her unshakable faith takes my breath away.

Please pray for this incredible family today and in the days and weeks following.  If prayer is not something that resonates with you personally….send them healing energy.  Have a moment of silence.  Meditate.  Light a candle.  Uplift another human being.  Help somebody who is suffering.

After spending 8 hours with his loving family, Grayson went peacefully at 5:57pm CST.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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