Say a Little Prayer

It’s no secret that I have a massive crush on the boy.  The quickest way to taint something potentially brilliant is to slap a label on it–so I’ll refrain from my inherent urge to define, categorize, and control all aspects of my life.  This is what true happiness as an adult is like.  When I’m not bouncing from cloud to cloud while soaking up sun beams I’ll devote an entry to the more serious aspects of my feelings.  Suffice it to say he’s a great guy.  My parents like him and the approval would be universal if I chose to reveal his identity.  ;)

Because of him I appreciate ridiculously corny images on Pinterest…..

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…present him with delectable culinary creations…

food

…cuddle profusely and hold his hand in public…

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….and relate to epic scenes in movies where the characters spontaneously burst into Dionne Warwick songs.  Bonus points if the movie involves a protagonist with a gay best friend!

Thank you for existing, boy.  If this all ends tomorrow I’m a better woman because of it.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Stay

There is someone in Memphis.  <3

“Not really sure how to feel about it

Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you

It takes me all the way

I want you to stay

Funny you’re the broken one but I’m the only one who needed saving….

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Fair and balanced

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I refuse to let ‘California’ define our family. Rising above this unfair and inaccurate portrayal is central to the recovery mission. Does it consume me? Absolutely. Are my children feeling the effects if it? You betcha. Is it a safe assumption to say I’m enraged? Don’t even get me started.

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Cambria, CA • March 2012

To make Cocktails With Hemingway a permanent, highly visible documentation of our family’s Dark Ages is not only counterproductive to my mission– but a disservice to my kids, myself, and the numerous supporters we have during this trying time. By the same token it is my blog; thus, it is an extension of who I am and my need to express myself through writing. Authenticity is imperative. Yet maintaining a sense of balances proves equally important.

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Look at me surrounded by bluebirds! [Atascadero • February 2013]

Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact I laugh often and never fail to see the humor in any situation. I count my blessings daily and try to stay positive. Miraculously, I still believe in the inherent good of people.
Learning occupies most of my time here, particularly language and geology. I know enough Spanish to have basic conversations and ask questions. Fulfilling a lifelong dream, I have commenced my study of Russian and the Cyrillic alphabet. Not only is my rock collection impressive, I’m about to launch my foray into rock tumbling– and even make my own tumbler! Hours of research and meticulous preparation earned me a PhD in geology. Never mind the fact that my ‘university’ involves a Google/iPhone app curriculum hybrid. ;)

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A sampling of my geological finds

CWS does not dominate my conversations. Despite the severity of my depression, that smile you see on my face isn’t fake. I’m not sulking about as I quote Nietzsche or channeling my rage into a radical plot to overthrow the government. The very fact that I’ve managed to make productive use of my time [while retaining my sanity nonetheless] serves as a testament to the power of love, family, courage, strength, and resiliency.

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I sure as hell haven’t lost my fire. Pain may have snuffed out the flame– temporarily– but there are countless ways to ignite the spark.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

First Birthday Parties

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Time flies. Where has this past year gone? I feel as though I barely know my daughter. My son has never met his sister. Child ‘Welfare’ Services in San Luis Obispo County failed my children on such a colossal scale. They restricted my parental access, forcibly separated our family, and attempted to drive a wedge between Adam and me. And they failed miserably. Our bond transcends all. Tatum will meet her brother. These obstacles strengthen the unbreakable connection of our family. With time we will heal.

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Nothing makes me happier than seeing that beautiful smile. Her laughter and excitement reminds me daily that I made the right– the only– decision. I sacrificed one child to save another.

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Even sharing pictures of Tatum’s first birthday party can’t happen without a bitter taste in my mouth. At least she enjoyed her cake.

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A photo summary of first birthdays:

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Since we’ve been in California….
Tatum was born. Adam’s fourth birthday came and went. I turned 27. Maris and Theresa threw Tatum a party to celebrate her first year of life. In a few weeks Adam turns five. All milestones during which we were separated when we should have been together.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

The last Valentine’s ever?!

Lots of people get disgruntled on February 14th

A major perk associated with the end of the world come December:  no more Valentine’s Day!  It’s a completely pointless ‘holiday’ that has become a slave to commercialism and sets unrealistic expectations.  Try bowing down to my greatness the other 364 days of the year.  Don’t attempt to woo me with jewelry, chocolate, and flowers, you big cliché you.  Restaurants that offer affordable dining specials are the only redeeming quality of this gag-inducing spectacle.  During my first pregnancy some strange man pretending to be my husband took me to Salsa in Memphis and we got quite a lot of bang for our buck.  Food is the quickest way to my heart.

The previous paragraph does not come from a bitter place.  I don’t mind seeing my Facebook newsfeed flooded with pictures of your loot.  I’m happy that you are pleased with your day and the material goods you received.  If it’s a ‘valentine’ you seek, I sincerely hope that you find one who treats you with the utmost love and respect and brings joy to your heart.  Flaunt that all you want.  Just don’t let one day of rampant consumerism distract you from the work that goes into love and relationships and the true meaning behind these concepts– not something that can be reduced to a single day that’s a victory for Hallmark.

With that being said….one of my girlfriends wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day with me.  I can’t reveal her name because she blew off a work soiree [oops] to come to my place, but we did have fun.  She came armed with the essentials– lots of TV dinners, pink mocktails, and her copy of Breaking Dawn Part 1.  Stop laughing.  I encouraged this idea because I was very curious to see how a vampire and a recent high school graduate of the human variety would consummate their marriage on screen.  All I could think of throughout the entire first half of the movie [I saw Twilight several years ago but haven't followed the others] was:  “That is NOT Bella’s mother!  Her name is NINA MYERS and she’s a very evil woman.  She’s trying to destroy Jack Bauer and that simply cannot happen.”  Once we got to the infamous ‘bedroom scene’ I felt kind of uncomfortable.  Not nearly as uncomfortable as I felt watching Dakota Fanning in The Runaways but uncomfortable nonetheless.

Isn’t it funny how things change within the course of a year?  February 14, 2011….Adam’s preschool class at Emmanuel had a party.  He enjoyed the party but wasn’t too keen on me asking him if he had crushes on any girls, ha.  When he came home we put stickers on his second box of Thomas valentines– for his other preschool class at Germantown Presbyterian– and made sugar cookies [the slice and bake kind since Mommy can't bake in the homemade sense] and watched Sprout.

Who knows what he did at school this year?  Nobody from the preschool will answer any of my questions or even speak to me.  We didn’t get to talk on the phone either.  It’s so confusing and upsetting to him talking to people that he can’t be with and doesn’t understand why.  I don’t want him conversing more than once a night [even though he is allowed to call me nightly and my parents as often as possible] because he understands too little for it to be of much comfort to him….so tonight’s phone call went to Bapa & Gigi.  The extent of my ‘involvement’ with Adam this year was a lousy video.  As I told a friend earlier:  “Making a video for Adam drains me. As much as I love doing them, it’s so hard to plaster a smile on my face and act happy. Knowing he enjoys them is the only thing that gets me through it. After I make one I can’t even bear to watch it….I curl up in the fetal position and cry.”  I love you, Adam.  You’ll always be my valentine.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

‘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

“Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don’t….”

emo bands don't need capitals.

 

brand new

i am heaven sent, don’t you dare forget.
i am all you’ve ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised.
sorry i told. i just needed you to know.
i think in decimals and dollars.
i am the cause to all your problems,
shelter from cold. we are never alone.
coordinate brain and mouth.
then ask me what’s it like to have myself so figured out.
i wish i knew…

i hope this song starts a craze.
the kind of song that ignites the airwaves.
the kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are,
with whoever they’re there with.
this is war.
every line is about who i don’t wanna write about anymore.
hope you come down with something they can’t diagnose,
don’t have the cure for.
holding on to your grudge.
oh it’s so hard to have someone to love.
and keeping quiet is hard.
’cause you can’t keep a secret
if it never was a secret to start.
at least pretend you didn’t wanna get caught..

we’re concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe in us.

oh, we’re so c-c-c-c-c-controversial.
we are entirely smooth.
we admit to the truth,
we are the best at what we do.
and these are the words you wish you wrote down.
this is the way you wish your voice sounds,
handsome and smart.
oh my tongue’s the only muscle on my body
that works harder than my heart.
and it’s all from watching tv,
and from speeding up my breathing.
wouldn’t stop if i could.
oh it hurts to be this good.
you’re holding on to your grudge.
oh it hurts to always have to be honest
with the one that you love.
oh, so let it go…

we’re concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe in us.

this is the grace that only we can bestow.
this is the price you pay for loss of control.
this is the break in the bend,
this is the closest of calls.
this is the reason you’re alone,
this is the rise and the fall.

we’re concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe…

 

With infinite love, gratitute, and respect,

Sloane

I’ll always be their daughter

Bapa & Gigi with their most precious cargo

The three of us will be leaving soon to establish our own residence. We’ll be renting a home, hopefully to own. As excited as I am to start this new chapter of our lives this is truly a bittersweet occasion. It’s surreal to think that we have our first appointment to see a house tomorrow at noon. I understand that every young adult [myself included] has their series of I’M A GROWN UP! moments: your first ‘real’ job, bills with your name on them, etc. This is par for the course. However, it takes the concept to an entirely new level when you are branching out as a family with a spouse and children as opposed to a twentysomething bachelorette making your mark on the world. Now I feel as though I have finally crossed the threshold into adulthood.

[[ Before that statement bites me in the derrière let me cover my tracks and say that having a child of my own most certainly matured me and introduced serious adult responsibilities but now my family and I are officially leaving the nest. ]]

When I was seventeen I moved out of my parent’s house. That first year I split my time between my dorm room at Ole Miss during the academic week and a giant house in midtown Memphis, converted into smaller units, on the weekends. From that point forward I apartment-hopped all over Shelby County [all of these places are irrelevant except for my time at Campus View with my favorite roommate, Megan] and had a brief stint in a tiny duplex where six adults were crammed like sardines in a minuscule space with no air conditioning. A slight misunderstanding with the Italian Mafia– I kid you not– served as my impetus for vacating the premises. With no saved money or couches to crash on, I returned to my childhood home with my tail between my legs at the tender age of 21.

What originated as a temporary arrangement eventually became my permanent living quarters when my husband moved in [after his lease with his cousin expired] and we learned we were expecting. Okay, so, maybe it lasted three years longer than I anticipated– but this was our family’s choice– and we would not have had it any other way.

Gigi & Adam enjoy a snack at his table

I always thought it was so funny when people would give me grief for still living at home, as if I was somehow relegated to this doomed fate. Yes, I sacrificed much of my privacy and even some freedom, and there were plenty of arguments and even some major fights– yet in the end it was well worth it. Not only was I able to save tons of money [at times this proved to be an epic fail- but I'm speaking in overall terms here], get free babysitting, and walk downstairs to a pantry where I could stuff my face with gourmet cuisine as opposed to stale Ramen noodles….but beyond any of those added bonuses we had a family in the truest sense.

Those Europeans are really onto something. Americans should definitely take a cue from our overseas neighbors when it comes to family living. It makes me so sick how quickly parents count down the days to their children are legal adults only to toss them to the streets to fend for themselves.  And the despicable way in which adult children toss the elderly parents who raised them into a nursing home– whatever happened to families taking care of each other? I’d go broke before I ever see one of my kinfolk placed in some retirement home, or worse, no home at all. But I’ll save that conservative sounding tirade about ‘focusing on the family’ for another day. ;)

Bapa & Adam prepare eggs for breakfast

Having three generations under one roof bridged all the gaps and reminded me how infinitely blessed I am. Our home was happy, exciting, lively, busy, chaotic, fun, and constantly filled with laughter. Adam got to know both of his grandparents in an intimate setting. I had the comfort of experiencing my own parental journey with my mom and dad who raised me offering guidance and sharing these precious moments of my son’s childhood.  Even more special for us was the impact our situation had on Will. My husband was orphaned as an early teen– his home life was often dysfunctional– and his childhood was not an easy one. When he confided in me some of the things he endured I was appalled. These issues absolutely should not be ignored but I do not want the emphasis of this post to be adversity….instead, I choose to focus on Will’s ‘second chance’ at a stable home life. Nothing can undo the pain he suffered but I am so glad he got another go, in a sense, at his childhood. Three generations of pure love.

[[ Sidenote: Will's three sisters are incredible young women who have done great things with their lives and overcome tremendous obstacles. I am so very proud of Angela, Holly, and Ashley. It also fulfilled me immensely to have met Grandpa Elder (* R. I. P. *) before he passed because I know how much that wonderful man did....especially to instill values in Will as he was a veteran in the World War II and Korean Wars and a good, Christian man who shaped his grandchildren in his image.. I also cannot exclude the importance his widow, Grandma Elder, a lady in the truest sense of the word who loves her family deeply. ]]

So I may be glorifying this situation a tad bit. Trust me, I am not immune to shouting at a parental toGET THE !@#$%^&* OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE YOU DRIVE ME INSANE!!” I cannot even tell you how many times I drove off in huff vowing to never return, complained endlessly about my mother being nosy, looked at my father incredulously when he suggested I perform any sort of manual labor, and the countless instances I broke down in tears of frustration for some reason or another. Was it always a walk in the park? Of course not. But I will never in a million years regret the first bit of Adam’s life that we spent at home.  A huge part of me feels as though we are putting The Wee One at a disadvantage by not giving her the same opportunity.  The time has come for us to move on, though…..

Mom and Dad, thank you for all you’ve done for us. I love you so much. Leaving you with my family in tow terrifies me. We’ll miss you! I am sorry from the bottom of my heart for all the grief I have put you through, especially in my wilder days. I am so grateful for EVERYTHING.  Never in my life have I met two people as phenomenal as you, my idols.  You are the best parents I could ever imagine.  Know that I’ll always be your little girl and you’ll never be too far away from your precious grandchildren.

Ideally I wish there was a ‘main compound’ on our property for my parents and we had a guest house about a half a mile down the road for our family…..with the option to expand to accommodate our future grandchildren many moons from now.  And it would be pretty sweet if rent was still free too. ;)

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

I Miss You

Love is the universal language....

“I Miss You”

Incubus

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn’t think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.

You do something to me that I can’t explain.
So would I be out of line if I said ‘I miss you?’

I see your picture.
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
But already I’m wasting away.
I know I’ll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane