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

 

 

Video footage starring Adam

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Hotel California

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My Christmas tree remains standing, fully decorated with presents unopened. It will not come down until Adam comes home. Whenever that may be….

Nothing says ‘welcome home’ like my internet from Charter not connecting. Praise God for my new iPhone [thank you, Mom & Dad, for your loyal patronage to AT&T that enabled this 99 cent purchase!] so I have an outlet for all that’s on my mind. My thoughts are so jumbled I don’t even know where to begin.

Yesterday at noon I boarded a plane in Memphis. After stops in Houston and San Francisco [worthy of its own post] I finally arrived in San Luis Obispo. Upon walking into my apartment everything felt surreal. Like some sort of deja vu time warp. I always imagined this moment as Adam eagerly flinging the door open and skipping into the living room as I bring a swaddled Tatum into our cozy home. Instead, my infant daughter is 2500 miles away, the state has custody of my son, and I am more alone than I’ve ever been.

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The overwhelming pain of losing one child to the system is surpassed only by losing two children to the system. I had to sacrifice my son to save my daughter. Can you even imagine such an impossible, heartbreaking choice? I must save my strength to keep fighting for Adam. Tatum is safe, that thought so comforts me. Yet we are in three separate households and that is unacceptable. As a mother this is absolute agony. Here I am without either Adam or Tatum. One is five minutes away, the other on the opposite side of the country, but both feel beyond my reach. Pictures and phone calls barely sustain me.

God, hear my prayers. Give Adam comfort as his confused mind does not understand my absence. Let Tatum continue to flourish…despite me leaving her merely three weeks after her birth. Help Mom & Dad continue to provide her with the best possible care. Allow me the strength, courage, and faith to navigate the nightmare. Please reunite my family soon.

It should come as no surprise that the organization who shall not be named is punishing me for my decision to protect Tatum…they are dangling the threat of starting the parenting plan all over again. How much more can they destroy our family? Will this ever end? All I want to do now is resume work at the church, get a second job in retail, continue to advocate for my family– and be the best absentee mom I can possibly be.

Even if I could type a million words a minute I wouldn’t come close to saying everything that needs to be said. There are so many people in both Memphis and California I need to thank– Mom & Dad, Brandi, and Theresa especially though that’s just the short list– but that will be a joyous entry created when I have full laptop capabilities.

For now I sit in an apartment far too big for me. Alone. Completely alone. All of the company in the world couldn’t fill the void in my heart. I would do anything for my kids to be in my arms. Adam and Tatum, Mommy loves you so much.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

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Devastation

DISCLAIMER:  Mentioning Will in Cocktails With Hemingway exacerbates an already precarious situation.  How do I tread that fine line?  Appearing ‘too soft’ on him sends the message that I’m making excuses for his deplorable behavior or leaving the door open for a reconciliation of some sorts.  Both of these are completely false.  Conversely, if I drag his name through the mud, I am no better than him.  My refusal to lower myself to that sort of behavior speaks volumes about my integrity.  Not only is it counterproductive to launch a character assassination on him but it detracts focus from what is most important– bringing Adam home.  I work diligently to keep Will from dominating  my posts..  Let me be the first to tell you how difficult that is.  I could easily create a blog devoted solely to my estranged husband– there’s no shortage of overwhelmingly negative emotions– yet I can no longer suppress my feelings.

One of our few family photos: Adam's 3rd birthday.

Last week I discovered Will took a one-way Greyhound to San Diego where he is now living with ‘friends.’  He blew off a visit with Adam, gave the Salvation Army some sob story to obtain his ticket, and told the CPS worker he was turning himself into jail.  Nobody’s heard from him since.

Thanks to Facebook, the entire world can see that Will did indeed arrive safely in San Diego.  His default picture shows him highly intoxicated and the images and statuses he post reference alcohol and partying.  I’m not surprised.  Not even the brazen nature of his virtual display shocks me.  What I wasn’t expecting was for him to leave the county to engage in such debauchery.  By doing so he effectively threw in the towel when it comes to the court battle for Adam, abandoning him completely with his decision to leave.  And I doubt he’ll ever come back.

My heart’s not broken, at least not in the traditional sense.  It is our precious children who have the broken hearts.  I attempt to absorb their pain fully so they never have to feel it.  These are not my tears I cry, they are Adam’s and Tatum’s.  The thought of our innocent kids being hurt– by their own parent nonetheless– fills me with an overwhelming despair.

My cousin's wedding in spring '11

How can anyone abandon their children?  These past few weeks I’ve spent away from Adam– sacrificing one child to save another– have been hell on earth without my baby boy.  Despite all the joy surrounding Tatum’s birth and first three weeks of life, I was acutely aware of every second of Adam’s very conspicuous absence.  Abandoning a traumatized, sad, confused, angry, child to travel 200 miles north to pursue partying?  Deplorable doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Knowing that my son’s not being visited by either of his parents during this time is heartbreaking.  My rage towards Will is completely justifiable but I won’t allow it to consume me.  How dare he?  After this awful nightmare he created, he suddenly jumps ship leaving me in the wake of  his destruction.  Adam and Tatum are not pawns and this is not a game.    

He didn’t even bother to call his Aunt regarding Tatum’s birth.  That’s one memory I’ll never share with her.  Does he somehow cope by pretending she doesn’t exist?

Gone are the days of ‘justifying’ his poor parenting behavior with his addiction to drugs and alcohol because I don’t feel sorry for him anymore.  He is an addict who needs serious, long-term rehabilitation yet refuses it.  What more can anyone do?  People on both sides of the family have done everything in their power to get him into treatment.  We can only do so much.  You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves. 

My first pregnancy was filled with glee.

Never again will I make the mistake that cost me my son:  no third chance exists for Will.  He’s a con artist who weaseled his way back into our lives and I was foolish enough to believe his empty promises.  As if opening the door to the chaos that is Will wasn’t enough….I stupidly followed him across the county upon discovering I was pregnant….leaving behind everything I knew and everyone I loved.  Even worse, I let a two week window where I could have left California with Adam lapse because Will begged and pleaded for the chance to “be civil adults who are close friends and co-parents.”  I have no one to blame except myself for these egregious errors and I profoundly regret them every day. 

Monumental are the ways in which this entire family– and especially Adam– have been ruined by Will.  Past damage is irreversible yet the future lies in my hands.  I will not allow him to infiltrate our lives again.  Will and I will never ‘co-parent;’ there’s no possible way for us to be friends or even communicate; I’m renewing the order of protection after December 2014; our divorce is pending; child support will be paid for Tatum, eventually, Adam too; he doesn’t deserve my forgiveness; I don’t have an ounce of pity for him; I’ve stopped trying to understand him; and I finally understand that the father of my children will never be Daddy or my loving husband.  Case closed.  Time to pick up the pieces and rebuild our lives.  We deserve better.

Earlier I spoke of my overwhelming despair.  Now I must make it my mission to seek its antithesis– hope.  Three words best define my little family:  love, strength, and resiliency.  The Reeds are surrounded by love.  My faith is unshakable and my own strength never ceases to amaze me.  Even my children, with less than five years between them, consistently demonstrate how strong they are too.  Our resilience ensures not only our capacity to survive, but to thrive.  It is an honor to be Mommy, Daddy, and everything in between to Adam and Tatum.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

A bad ‘partnership’

DISCLAIMER:  This post is not one to mince words.  Read at your own risk.

The infamous brochure

On November 22nd my attorney and I made the first of our many court appearances:  to contest a Juvenile Dependency Petition.  Prior to this horrific afternoon my only exposure to the number ’300′ was a gladiator movie released several years ago.  Mr. Attorney warned me it would not be pleasant– we’d each receive a packet detailing my offenses several minutes before setting foot into the courtroom– and I honestly cannot express the anguish in words.  Said packet more closely resembled an encyclopedia than a collection of documents and it was the most biased, factually inaccurate, and damning material I’ve ever seen in my life.  It was as if [forgive this terrible analogy] I received notification that my parents, Maris, and Danielle were on a plane….that crashed with zero survivors.  The floor dropped out from beneath me.  I’ll be physically sick if I discuss it anymore.

The ‘Parent Partner’

My only reasoning for mentioning the absolute worst day of my life is to share with you a rather interesting exchange.  Despite our arrival over half an hour early– and the fact that we were sitting in a very visible spot– nobody [with the exception of the clerk who handed us our respective packets] ever approached us.  Yet the moment Mr. Attorney steps into the restroom, a woman materializes from thin air and takes a seat next to me.  She introduced herself, gave me her card and brochure, and sympathetically told me that she’s been in my position and knew what I was going through.  Immediately the warning signs started flashing in my head as her information clearly stated that she was a ‘Parent Partner’ WITH Child Welfare Services.  What a relief!  So you’re not the Gestapo but you still take orders from the SS, fair enough.  I politely engaged her in conversation knowing that Mr. Attorney would be very interested in our discussion upon his return.  He immediately asked who she was and received the card and pamphlet as well.  While I didn’t openly deny her services it was apparent I wouldn’t be putting her on speed dial.  She disappeared.  We took note of the organization after the ‘with’ on her brochure and he reminded me that this person was not my friend and I was to never contact her.

Our 300 petition in San Luis Obispo was conveniently scheduled at the same exact time as the hearing for my temporary restraining order in Paso Robles– even though CPS had known for days we were on the docket for the TRO [there was proof of service from both Will and CPS]– so we immediately returned to my neck of the woods after scheduling a hearing in juvenile court.  Imagine my surprise when I see my potential ‘partner’ waltz in….with Will.   Did I miss something?  Not only did she actually accompany him to court but she tried to speak on his behalf as if she was his attorney.

Why did we ever leave Memphis?

Can we say conflict of interest?

Please enlighten me as to how this works.  She’d obviously made previous arrangements to be Will’s ‘partner’ so how exactly was she hoping to escape the ethical conundrum associated with being a ‘partner’ to us both?  We’re not a happily married couple acting as a united front to get our child back…he has no problem whatsoever telling blatant lies and to this day he’ll bash me to anyone who will listen.  It is a huge conflict of interest to think that she could represent us both.  What if I’d actually said yes?!  This entire system is so disgusting.  Perhaps that’s why I’m a pariah and Will’s a saint [he's not glorified but they certainly don't mention anything negative about him], because of this spectacular ‘partnership.’  I’m not drinking their Kool Aid.  Let’s take a look at what I would have gained had I agree to these services.

“About Parent Partners – We understand that this is an extremely difficult and overwhelming time in your life.  We are here to help you:

  • Understanding the process of what is going on  [I'll give them credit on that one-- if I didn't have an attorney I wouldn't have the slightest clue as to what's happening so that's definitely a positive aspect of their group]
  • Help you move forward with the next step  [Is this before or after you report back to the social worker?]
  • Offer resources for services in your community [Again, credit for this one.  Though I would be highly skeptical of any 'services' as it forever ties you to the system]
  • Stand beside you as a mentor and peer  [I'd prefer my mentors to have integrity and professionalism versus being sneaky and operating with the knowledge of an obvious conflict of interest.]
  • Attend meetings with you for support  [Excuse me?!  You can attend a meeting with me but my attorney can't?!?!]
  • Help with transportation to and from meetings or appointments  [To set the stage for more hearsay dialogue?]
  • Connect you to other support groups  [I sincerely doubt there is a support group that could adequately address my issues with this process.  Maybe the Supreme Court?]

I will NEVER stop speaking about my ordeal until somebody investigates it thoroughly and comprehensively…and does the same for all cases.  Maybe one day I’ll even start an organization similar to ‘Parent Partners’ that doesn’t answer to CPS and actually advocates on behalf of parents– and more importantly the best interests of the children afflicted in these situations.

Does anyone recall a little boy named Adam?

Although I just devoted significant space to expressing legal frustrations, I truly feel as though I am one of only a small handful of people who care about Adam’s best interests.  I’ve been told by CPS they don’t care to do any further investigation because they “have their proof” nor do they have any desire to tell Adam why his parents aren’t around, which is just cruel.  I could sit here and write paragraph after paragraph about the injustices against my son….yet I think the examples I use speak loudly and clearly.

Although I was a single mother, we were never alone. Christmas '08

How does Will factor into all of this?

I’ve refrained from speaking of him as much as possible– and I just can’t stay silent anymore.  So many people inquire as to whether or not he makes me angry.  Aside from kicking me and calling me despicable names in front of our son, nothing he has done angered me.  Instead he is a giant disappointment. 

The power to make this nightmare end for our son rested solely in Will’s hands.  What did he do with that tremendous opportunity?  Squandered it.  We could have sent Adam back home to the loving grandparents who helped me raise him.  Yet he’d much rather see his child subjected to the endless loop of the system than to do the right thing.  In his eyes, placement of Adam with my parents is a victory to me meaning a loss for him.  Regardless of anything he says or does from this point forward he has made it abundantly clear his parenting approach.  It’s not an Adam-centric one as mine is….yet one that focuses on Mommy bashing and hoping the rest falls into place.

Will sent an email to our CPS worker.  It speaks volumes and I’ll break it down by sentence:

  • Sloane’s a terrible person.
  • Why is she persecuting me?
  • Please help me stop her from persecuting me!
  • My ‘parent partner’ says Sloane’s a terrible person too.
  • Oh and by the way– first mention of Adam– I’d like to see him more than once a week.
  • I want to be allowed at family functions so technically I can be around Adam but I won’t have to spend time because he’ll be playing in the backyard with his older cousins.
  • The “S.S. has the power to” let me around Adam more.  [Even he knows the role of the Third Reich!]
  • My public defender says Sloane sucks too and needs to be informed that the domestic violence charges will be dropped per “Marcy’s Law”  [Personally I'm going with my Victim Witness advocate who answers directly to the D.A. and says this isn't the case. Furthermore, Marsy's Law: " This measure amends the state constitution and various state laws to (1) expand the legal rights of crime victims and the payment of restitution by criminal offenders, (2) restrict the early release of inmates, and (3) change the procedures for granting and revoking parole" says Wikipedia.  So basically I benefit from this?]
  • Sloane’s an awful mother and human being and you are forgetting this!
  • “I miss my lil dude….and this just sucks.”

I understand that we arrived in California together.  Yet it is an egregious error to assume that Will was anything but an absentee parent with little to no interest in Adam from June ’08-March ’11.  He never paid a dime in child support nor made any attempts to visit his son.  The few times they talked on the phone happened only because I called and begged him to talk to Adam.  What a damn fool I was to think that we could be a ‘happy family.’  I let the idea of a nuclear family with Mommy and Daddy and two children cloud my rational judgement and I will spend the rest of my life regretting this.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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Bedrest, court, and whiny creepers

Here he was four months. Now my baby is almost four years.

Today marks the first day of my maternity leave and the beginning of my [official] bed rest.  Much to my dismay I didn’t spend my Wednesday sprawled out in bed– on my left side of course– stuffing my face with cheese and red bell peppers while catching up on my Netflix queue.  An early morning call from my attorney necessitated a brief appearance in court.  I drafted a letter to the judge and commenced the pre-court ritual [which consists of meditation, prayer, and dirty rap music] until my chariot arrived at noon.

A pulmonary embolism and/or heart attack doesn’t tickle my fancy this evening so let’s address the legal stuff in ten sentences or less and be done with it:

1)  I was in a bit of hot water for contacting Will via email on multiple occasions. 

[[Sidenote:  My reasons for doing so were to plead with him to sign over his parental rights to my parents so they could adopt Adam and get him out of this system ASAP-- I know I went about this the wrong way, but can you fault a desperate mother willing to do anything to get her child out of harm's way?]]

2)  I was in a lot of hot water for my “uncooperative” attitude.

3)  Some folks don’t like it very much when you openly challenge them, question their policies, and assert yourself so it was determined that I was “not in compliance with my plan” and needed “further treatment.”

4)  My attorney liked my letter but wanted to make sure I knew it would infuriate the powers that be even more….

5)  We submitted it anyway.

6)  It goes without saying we contested the six month progress review and a full hearing has been set for several hours on March 14th.

7)  I may or may not be present at said hearing depending on where I am in the recovery process after giving birth.

8)  This is the opportunity for our expert witnesses to take the stand.

Napping on his beloved Gigi

Adam’s school took a field trip to Pismo Beach to see the monarch butterflies.  What an awesome experience!  I kept the image of him– laughing and squealing with delight from the butterflies– in my mind all day.  Mommy’s trying her  hardest, little man.  May this inspire you in your later years to be a crusader for justice.

Sometimes I find myself completely overwhelmed by my pessimistic attitude….and then I remind myself what a strong and resilient woman I am.  My children are strong and resilient too.  I’ve been a single mother for more than three quarters of Adam’s life and am fully prepared to raise both of my kids with this family structure.  Reminiscing over Adam’s baby photos reminds me that our family is still young and we will overcome.

Some of you may have noticed that my phone was shut off today.  The cellular benefactor informed this morning via email:  “I can’t see your blog, yo.”  To which I responded:  “That’s because it’s privatized, yo.”  Shortly after sending my reply I attempted to call my attorney only to hear an automated voice telling me that my service was suspended.  Maturity at its finest.  Perhaps I should have reminded the fellow that when a blog is private it means nobody can see it….but when a person is that dramatic I doubt it would have mattered much anyway.  Within the next day or so I’ll have a new number so in the meantime call my house if you need me.

A few bullet points to address the situation then it will never be mentioned again:

–  ‘Whiny,’ ‘needy,’ and ‘clingy’ are not words you want describing you as an adult.  Those are words for children.

–  If you wish to give me a gift or offer to pay for something of mine, it should be just that….a gift.  No strings attached.  Threatening to revoke said gift because I remove you from my Facebook is absolutely ridiculous.  Actually revoking said gift because I privatized my blog makes me frightened for you.  With those bad manners and juvenile tantrums, you might not pass kindergarten this year.

–  Unless you’ve been living under a rock these past few months, you’ll know that I have been trapped in a living hell.  My children and my legal situation, respectively, are my priorities.  Did I also mention I have a job that’s very important to me?  Suffice it to say I’m stressed to the max, very busy, depressed, worried, frustrated, and for the most part feeling quite helpless.  All of those aforementioned emotions are quite negative.  If you’re adding to any of them, I don’t want to speak to you, period.  It’s irrelevant whether you’re one of my closest friends or an acquaintance.  My health and sanity comes first and if you’re not helping, I’ll cut you off in a heartbeat.  What kind of selfish and insecure person complains that I don’t give them enough attention and 24/7 access to my world with everything that’s been happening to me?  How dare you?  Get over yourself.

– To all the females who has been offended by said person, I do apologize.  But it’s not my problem anymore so I can’t help you there!

I just spent way too much time dignifying a person who wants nothing more than attention.  Hopefully they enjoyed it because that’s the last bit of recognition they’ll ever get from yours truly.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m FINALLY off to my bed rest.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

In better spirits

Everyone needs a Brandi in their life.

Nobody disputes the fact that I’ve earned the right to be overly cautious and paranoid given everything that’s happened over the course of the past few months.  So many people would love to see me break, whether it’s sinking into a depression so deep I can barely function or getting so infuriated I snap.   Sorry to disappoint….but I refuse to give anyone that satisfaction.  I have my moments– and my emotions range the gamut– yet my focus remains on my children.  It is my job to protect my kids from the evil in this world.  For so long when asked my parenting goals and objectives I offered an eloquent response about providing them with guidance, love, and support while setting an example yet stressing the importance of carving their own path in this world.  Never once did I say ‘keeping them safe’ because that’s so elementary it’s just implied.  Wrong.  Protecting your children from a wide variety of terrible things and people [pure evil is everywhere] is a 24/7 job. 

As delighted as I am to give birth, I’m extremely apprehensive.  I’ll be a sitting duck at Twin Cities.  All I’m going to say regarding that is my attorney and I have a contingency plan.  Nobody is going to rain on my birthing parade.  Twin Cities looks to be a great hospital and I’ve been very pleased with the care I’ve received there [both in the ER and Labor & Delivery].  Brandi and I are going to tour the maternity ward soon and I know she’ll be best support person ever while Tatum’s making her debut.

Speaking of Brandi– I am so privileged to have a friend like her.  Last night she came over with Raven [her daughter] and gave me a much needed haircut and a fabulous pedicure.  How nice it will be to finally wear my hair down now that it’s all one length.  It looks kind of funky because it’s still two different colors but I’m not going to use any hardcore chemicals to strip the black from it until after Tatum’s born.  Tonight she cooked a delicious Mexican feast so I went over there for dinner.  Overall I’m in much better spirits.

Brandi and I are both quite sad that her sworn statement wasn’t given the proper reverence in court [meaning it was completely ignored] and I never got to be a witness.  My favorite government agency probably worries I’ll incriminate them, but they really shouldn’t.  All I’d do is plead the fif like Mr. Chappelle in the video below.  ;)

Huge thanks to my incredible mama who generously offered to pay my cable bill for the month so I could have some extra dinero to spend on goodies for Tatum.  I can’t wait to post photos of their room once I finish it!  It’s virtually complete, just waiting on some finishing touches and pictures.  Be sure and check my Facebook for lots of precious old photos of Adam.  I added dozens from his birth and the first few months of his life.  Remember that archaic social network called MySpace?  Once upon a time that was all I used so there were lots of images that the Facebook world has not seen.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

We have a vehicle!!

What shall I name her?

My prayers have been answered.  Thank you, God!  Huge thanks are also in order for my parents, without whom this never could have happened, and I am so grateful for their love and assistance.

THAT’S MY 1999 FORD EXPLORER!!!!

I’ve known about this possibility for almost a week now….yesterday all of the financing went through and the Explorer officially became mine!  Now that I have my own transportation such a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  My car is ready and waiting on me in San Luis Obispo.  As soon as I wake tomorrow I’ll take my last necessary RTA trip– and drive home in my new car!

[[Because I recently obtained a monthly regional bus pass I am going to donate it to the Women's Shelter as a token of my gratitude for all that they have done for me.  It's the very least I can do for all that the lifesaving group has done for my children and me.]]

I cannot wait to put Adam’s brand new car seat in the back.  Soon Tatum’s infant travel system will arrive from Memphis and join her big brothers.  Then we’ll have our ultimate family vehicle.  How wonderful it will be to travel freely without relying on public transportation or rides from others!  We’ll visit our friends, go to the beach, take a road trip to Los Angeles…the possibilities are endless.

What a way to usher in the new year.  It’s an indication of the amazing things to come for our little family in 2012.  We deserve this. 

It goes without saying that I’ll never let anyone else drive my vehicle again.  No exceptions.  And it will be kept immaculately clean– at least as much as I can do with two small children.  ;)

Naming cars always struck me as silly.  Until now.  The single mama mobile needs a name.  I’m waiting until I actually ‘meet’ her for inspiration to strike.  And yes, I will refer to her by her name.  Adam won’t be getting into ‘the car,’ no sir, he’ll be climbing into __________.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Gratitude, Sarah McKinley, and Mama Bears

“There’s nothing more dangerous than a woman with a child.” ~ Sarah McKinley

I would be remiss not to mention a few things regarding today’s hearing.  First and foremost, I cannot thank my support system enough.  Without my attorney, friends, family [church and relatives] I would be in a state of perdition.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.  I will never be able to thank you enough and will never stop trying.  Allow me to quote something I wrote on my Facebook:  “It’s difficult for me to communicate with people directly when I’m stressed and depressed. The last thing I want anyone to think is that I’m pushing them away or do not value their friendship. I want to thank each and every one of you who has offered messages and/or texts of love and support– even if I may not respond promptly. They are all read and appreciated.”

In case you haven’t noticed, I handle things differently than one might traditionally expect.  My processing patterns make perfect sense to me but apparently some people don’t quite understand them.  I would never intentionally ignore a person nor am I requesting that I be left alone.  All I’m saying is I tend to isolate myself and take refuge in my solitude so please don’t misconstrue– or worse make me feel bad– how I am about that.

Sarah McKinley

Have you heard about the young mother from Oklahoma, Sarah McKinley, who shot and killed the robber attacking her home?  Read her incredible story here.  Her husband passed away on Christmas Day leaving her widowed with their 3 month old son.  When two armed men attempted to break into her home she put a bottle in her child’s mouth, grabbed a pistol and a shotgun, and called 911.  Regardless of your stance on gun control, ‘castle laws,’ or any other controversial issues associated with this topic….she took control of the situation, protected her family, and very possibly saved her son’s life.

Never underestimate a mother.

Not to throw Sarah Palin into the equation [let me grab my lipstick!] but a Mama Bear really will do ANYTHING to protect her cubs.  Whether it’s literally shooting robbers entering your home or battling it out in a courtroom with your proverbial guns blazing, I can totally relate to this brave woman and her maternal instincts to keep her child safe.

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

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