Labyrinth

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Walking the labyrinth last night [at the Neshoba Women's Retreat] worked wonders. ♥
I cannot wait to get involved with Neshoba again– especially Bella Luna Bliss and other groups/activities/events celebrating the sisters. Being around such a diverse, creative, and intelligent group of women is so empowering. Meeting new friends and reconnecting with old ones in a spiritual setting is good for the soul. Thanks, ladies.

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“The labyrinth provides a sacred space where the inner and outer world can commune, where the thinking mind and the imaginative heart flow together… a space to listen to our inner voice of wisdom.
Walking the labyrinth is a spiritual discipline that invites us to trust the path, to surrender to the many turns our lives take, and to walk through the confusion, the fear, the anger, the grief that we cannot avoid experiencing as we live our earthly lives. The labyrinth is a place where we can open ourselves to the Holy Spirit. We can ask for guidance and pray for ourselves and our loved ones.”
~ Reverend Lauren Artress

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Ashlyn’s Angel Year

“We can’t know why the lily has so brief a time to bloom in the warmth of sunlight’s kiss upon its face before it folds into its fragrance and bids the world good night to rest its beauty in a gentler place. But we can know that nothing that is loved is ever lost and no one who has touched a heart can really pass away because some beauty lingers on in each memory of which they’ve been a part.” ~ Ellen Brenneman

*~*Ashlyn Michele Fancher-Pena*~*
12/27/10 – 3/8/12

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:: Fly high, baby girl. <3 ::

A year ago today a very special princess got her wings. She was only 14 months old when she became an angel. That’s Tatum’s age next month….

Oh, how I ache for Chrissy and Tim. They lost their precious daughter. Why? It’s so cruel and unfair. All of our lives were irrevocably changed.

I will forever cherish the moments I spent holding Ashlyn in my arms as I felt Tatum kicking in my belly. Those chubby cheeks and that sweet smile stay with me. My mind still cannot comprehend this tragedy. And I desperately need to start that process.

    Rest in peace, Ashlyn. <3
    You are loved, missed, and never forgotten

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

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

Epidurals and Caesarians, oh my!

Something tells me he'd still be crying even if he wasn't born in a sterile, clinical, operating room ;)

With every passing week my Gmail account becomes inundated with pregnancy mail ['The Daily Kick,'  'Ages & Stages,'  'What To Expect- Week X,' etc.] and I always enjoy reading these frequent messages.  It reminds me how excited I am to be a mother again.  Bonus points for giving me knowledge and reminders about parenting.  Today one of the pieces centered around the following article:  “Au Natural:  Nine Ways to Manage Labor Without Drugs.” 

Let me preface this by saying I wholeheartedly support every woman’s right to make decisions about her reproductive health.  I respect their unique choices in issues such as the birthing process, breastfeeding, and co-sleeping.  A woman should be entitled follow the course of action most suitable for her and her child without judgement and interference from the rest of us.  All I can do is share my opinions and the things that work for me…with a hearty dose of humor.

Understanding that you have options with your labor and delivery is crucial.  The article discusses home births, alternatives to pain medication, and many other important factors to consider.  I appreciate the information they provide as it is important to know that “there are many alternatives to the flat-on-your-back hospital scene.”  Most OB/GYN’s focus on a medical approach to pregnancy culminating with a hospital birth so some women may not be fully aware that other methods exist.

The Setting

Apologies in advance for anyone I may offend with this statement:  I think it is foolish and risky to give birth anywhere but a hospital.  I certainly understand the reasons for wanting to be surrounded by the familiar comfort and intimacy associated with your own home….but I’m not willing to compromise my child’s health by delivering outside of a medical setting.  It’s impossible to foresee complications.  You don’t want your birthing team frantically scrambling to call an ambulance or wasting precious time determining the best place to transport you.  God forbid, if things were to take a turn for the worse, could mother and baby’s health suffer because of something that would have been manageable in the appropriate setting?

It is because of the miracles of modern medicine that I'm able to enjoy this time with my son after a major surgical procedure.

Never in a million years did I think I’d have anything but a complication-free labor.  I was twenty two years old and as healthy as a horse.  While I had a gut feeling that Adam would arrive via C-section, my reasoning for this was the innate knowledge that I would not be able to dilate sufficiently.  However, I did not view that as a complication.  Instead I figured that the doctor would realize labor just wasn’t happening and we’d move to Plan B.  Lo and behold I had barely progressed more 20 hours into labor– yet when my blood pressure dropped to dangerously low levels– that’s when I was whisked away to the operating room.

Thank you, Baptist Women’s Hospital!  While I cannot imagine a nobler sacrifice than making your grand exit so your child can make their grand entrance….isn’t it better all around if both parties live to tell about it?

I’m seriously at a loss as to how we maintained a sustainable population prior to hospital births becoming the acceptable norm– and especially before epidurals skyrocketed in the 1980′s.  How anyone survived childbirth is beyond me.  The very fact that women weren’t dropping like flies is enough proof that miracles do exist.

The delivery method

Few things irk me more than a woman touting ‘natural’ birth– as if you’re doing something abnormal and artificial if you have a C-section.  Certainly the advantages of a vaginal birth are many.  Doctors consider this sort of delivery as the optimal outcome and with good reason.  However, neither method is without risk and the possibility of complication[s].  No matter how it happens….it’s dangerous being born!  Most in the ‘natural’ school are overwhelmingly sympathetic once they realize a legitimate medical emergency served as the catalyst for my C-section with Adam and the fact that my doctor strongly advised against a VBAC with Tatum.  Yet a few still express their dismay that we missed out on precious ‘bonding time’ as I recovered from being gutted like a fish.  Really?  As agonizing as it would be, I’d go a month without holding my son if I knew that doing so would keep him healthy and safe.  And, uh, in terms of my health….had I kicked the bucket prior to meeting him [which very well could have happened had I not been taken into surgery], I doubt I’d be bonding with anyone except JC, so I can handle the fact that I wasn’t the first person to hold him outside of the operating room.

Adam's first snow....he seems to have recovered nicely from all that birthing business.

The epidural

Unless you are some sort of Amazonian who thrives on ungodly amounts of pain, I’m assuming that most women who skip the epidural do so because of potential side effects for the baby.  You should always do your research and be cognizant of the fact that what you do while pregnant can very much affect your child.  I consulted with multiple doctors, looked on the internet, spoke with other parents….and decided that an epidural was indeed safe to use.

According to American Pregnancy’s article on Epidural Anesthesia, here’s how the epidural can effect the baby:  “As stated above, research on the effects of epidurals on newborn health is somewhat ambiguous and many factors may be contributing to newborn health at the time of birth. How much of an effect these medications will have is difficult to judge and could vary based on dosage, how long labor continues and individual babies. Dosages and medications vary, so concrete information from research is lacking. Studies reveal that some babies may initially have trouble “latching on” among other difficulties with breastfeeding. While in utero, they may become lethargic and have trouble getting into position for delivery. These medications have been known to cause respiratory depression, and decreased fetal heart rate in newborns. Though the medication may not harm the baby, the baby may experience subtle effects like those mentioned above. “

I will never regret my decision to have an epidural.  In fact, the prospect of my second birth is infinitely easier because of it.  Of course I know what to expect because I’ve done it once before– but I also know that just when I cannot take another second of the agonizing pain it will subside– and I will be both coherent and out of my misery.  Although there is a definite pain relief component to the epidural I wasn’t so out of sorts that I was talking about a moon colony or anything drastic like that.

The use of additional pain relief

Suggestions in the ‘Au Natural’ article for pain relief alternatives include acupuncture, yoga, Lamaze, and hypnotizing yourself.  That’s fantastic…..if you’ve twisted your ankle.  Perhaps I comprise a tiny minority here, but am I the only one who was in excruciating pain once I started having contractions?

I remember we were talking about babies right before I made this picture because we'd read 'Baby Faces.' =)

Removing my wisdom teeth.  Not good.  Averaging a thrice yearly serious injury to the gimpy knee?  Bad.  The infamous kidney infection in ’05 from drinking contaminated water in the British Virgin Islands?  Very bad.  Never in my life have I broken a bone, had a serious injury, gotten a deep wound, been through surgery, etc.  With the exception of gimpy I’ve been very blessed in the sense that life hasn’t been physically painful for me.  Which is probably for the best….I already zero pain tolerance as is.  People are bowled over when they realize that girl who is practically in tears because she stubbed her toe has had thousands of tiny needles stab her repeatedly for her tattoos.  Yes tattoos plural.

So when those first waves of contractions hit me….four letter words were flying out of my mouth.  I’m surprised there was even room in my mouth because it was so bloody from my gums– in my agony I’d been grinding my teeth.  !@#$%^&*()-.  That’s a euphemism.  The worst agony of my life.  Unbearable.  No words.

Yet I always knew one day there would be a round two.  ;)

I never expected giving birth to be pleasant or devoid of pain.  That’s completely unrealistic.  I can’t speak as to how it feels to push a baby out of an impossibly narrow birthing canal– though I can’t imagine that’s a walk in the park either– but a C-section is a major surgery.  You have no idea how much you use those core muscles in your lower abdomen until they are paralyzed.  What they don’t tell you about a C-section is the impossibly slow recovery.  Oh, I knew I’d be ‘recovering’ for 4-6 weeks but I thought that meant ‘take it easy.’  As in I won’t resume my rugby career anytime in the immediate future.  I could barely even hold Adam [and when that happened he had to be handed to me in a way that I didn't have to move my arms or shoulders], much less get up and run to him if he fussed.  Luckily I had assistance in the form of Will and my parents but the recovery was grueling.

Don’t take prescription narcotics if you don’t need them.  But don’t be ashamed if you do need them, because for many [myself included] that pill can be the difference between lying in bed moaning and actively caring for your newborn without relying on a third party to fetch you this or that.  However, it is imperative that you consult with your doctor about breastfeeding plans before you take any sort of medication.

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

Merry Christmas

Adam and Tatum's loot from a very special Santa

Every cent I make that doesn’t go to my savings account lands one of two places:  supplies/furnishing for my apartment or preparing for Tatum’s arrival.  Thinking of how I’d provide an exciting Christmas for Adam sent me into a panic.  As much as I want to raise children who understand that I’m not going to gift them with half of Toys ‘R’ Us on special occasions….this holiday most definitely is an exception.  After the countless traumatic events my son has endured this year, he deserves some materialistic goodies.  Books and playthings will make him feel at home here and enable him to learn while using his imagination and having fun.  The only question–or I should probably say fear– involved how I would possibly afford everything I wanted to do for him.  Suffice it to say I was getting very creative when it came to how I could reduce my expenses and generate some extra cash.

Such a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders when I received a very special phone call from a very special angel at a very special community organization in San Luis Obispo.  I had been selected to come to their facility and select ‘a few toys’ for the kids!  Quite possibly I could make this happen after all– some extra help from the organization combined with the gift cards from my family should take care of most of my Christmas needs.

I seriously almost fainted when I arrived in SLO last week during my allotted shopping time.  L gave me a ride down there and we were both stunned.  In my mind I had envisioned an unused conference room with some donations and I’d select one or two items.  Wrong!  It was more along the lines of an massive storage unit crammed full with all sorts of children’s items.  I received an large basket draped with blankets and filled with stuff for Tatum.  I got to fill shopping cart with things for Adam– books, crayons, a fire truck, puzzles, a remote control car, and countless other things.  They even gave me a Visa gift card and gift certificates to a children’s shoe company and a toy store.  And I also received a turkey and holiday food.  The piece de le resistance was a brand new car seat still in the box!

To be constantly reminded such good people in this world– and I’ve met so many of them– brings me comfort and joy.  Despite everything that has happened to me since my arrival in Paso Robles I can honestly say I’ve never felt alone.  I’ve never once worried that people don’t care about my family or that they want anything less than my success.  How lucky I am to be so blessed.

* The stockings and the red gift back were sent to me from my parents– just added to this photo for artistic value.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

“A Fond Farewell”

We’re in Wine Country!
Adam debuts his new buzz cut shortly before we left Atascadero. Bonus points for the messy mouth.
The 4G Samsung Exhibit

What a month.  How can I even attempt to explain the myriad of events unfolding in the pivotal [life changing, draining, upsetting, frustrating, liberating, chaotic, isolating, emotional, and that's only to name a few] month of September?  Words fail me completely.  Do I even want to discuss most of this?  No, I don’t.  Yet there is a part of me that wants to reveal everything– loudly and clearly so there is zero confusion– because there are so many things that need to be said.  My son has endured unimaginable heartache and I am not going to add to his distress by conducting myself in a way that is not in strict accordance with the woman and mother I am….it his his privacy and our dignity as a family that I seek to preserve at all costs. 

While staying at the house in Atascadero belonging to Will’s aunt and uncle, Adam witnessed a physical action [I was not hurt-- and I'm certainly not making excuses for grossly inappropriate behavior-- but in the grand scheme of things the contact was relatively mild] against me.  Most upsetting was the fact that I was called cruel names while my toddler son was sitting five feet away.  Knowing that my innocent child was subjected to verbal abuse against his mother….I still cannot process that fully.  The legal component to ‘the incident’ has no place in Cocktails With Hemingway and I will not mention it in my blog, ever. 

Adam and I left the home and relocated to Paso Robles [a gorgeous place that I fell in love with instantly], two towns away from Atascadero, also within San Luis Obispo County.  We are living in a private home [there are four units total] for women and families that are in a major transitional phase of their lives.  Each of us have our own spacious rooms, bathrooms, kitchen, and living area.  The resources, compassion, and support available to us are incredible beyond measure….I will be forever indebted to this phenomenal organization for all they have done for Adam and me.  Whether it’s shuttling me to a prenatal appointment, making arrangments for play therapy for Adam, honoring my special requests for fresh spinach and ridiculous amounts of cheese, offering baby sitting services when I have obligations, or anything in between– we have so much love and assistance as we get on our feet in less than ideal circumstances.

Here I will tread very lightly and say that Adam has been profoundly affected by numerous factors since we have come to California.  As expected ‘the incident’ proved incredibly traumatic to him…and all of the many transformations he has made with our move to the west coast have been overwhelming.  I’m not going to elaborate on his behavior [suffice it to say he has been acting out] but he is significantly affected by the things he has seen and heard combined with countless changes.  With the assistance of my new home, I acted quickly to get him in therapy, and he has been very vocal and revealing with his therapist.  Making sure he receives extra love and attention– coupled with an emphasis on his feelings and positive reinforcement– while maintaining firm boundaries and explaining the consequences of actions is how I handle this from a parental standpoint.  Also, he is a priority enrollment case at a local school here, so we’re hoping a spot opens and he can begin the program as soon as possible.

Yes we’re divorcing.

Literally I can feel my mind shutting down [this post has drained me and I am on medication to treat a concussion] so I fear I’m going to be rambling from this point forward.  I wanted to further expound on the amazing people I have met here and all of the kindness I have received.  The only times I have cried since any of this have been happy tears because of others.  My housemate, Brandi, is such an incredible woman and it has been such a privelege getting to know her and calling her a friend.  Everyone in Memphis is loved and missed and I appreciate everyone’s support.

To answer the question on everyone’s mind:  I am NOT returning to Memphis and will remain in California, even after the pregnancy. 

Despite everything that has happened I love it here and can’t see myself anywhere else.  My short-term plan involves the best possible life for Adam, a healthy pregnancy and saving money.  I am doing everything in my power to parent Adam lovingly and effectively through these challenges, as a team, and getting him every resource at his disposal.  I am exercising daily with walks, eating healthily, and trying to reduce stress.  I am on the interview circuit for part-time opportunities and in the process of fixing my laptop so I can continue to receive income from freelancing and even surveys– and yes, government assistance in a variety of forms.  Come what may, I know that I am a strong and resilient woman who can handle anything life throws at me….and as long as I remember that I can only control myself I can get through this. 

Endless thanks to Chris DeFranco– one of my dearest friends for seven years now– for generously gifting me with a cell phone.  He exceeded all expectations by sending a fully loaded 4G  smart phone with a touch screen….yet another act of kindness that moved me to tears.  Being able to have a phone is such a relief as I navigate the interview circuit, my many appointments, and the blessing of being able to communicate instantaneously with family and friends.  I love you, Chris.  Thank you for all you have done for me.  To say I value your friendship immensely is an understatement.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Ground Zero Memorial, Brazil’s steamy soap operas, and Jo Calderone

The 9/11 Memorial

One of my most surreal experiences in NYC involved Alan Gompers taking me to Ground Zero.  He dropped me off and waited in the car a few blocks away, offering me my solitude as I gazed at the area where the Twin Towers once stood.  At this time my view of the memorial was severely limited as it was under construction.  The 9/11 Memorial is now completed– with the exceptions of a museum and shopping center to come later– and opens to the public on the tenth anniversary of September 11th.  CNN’s account details the specifics of the design, acknowledges the conflicts associated with its construction, and shares a brief history of significant memorials in our country.

Imagine taking your first ride in an airplane….only to spot from the sky your home in the middle of a burglary.  This happened to Steven Lynn of Jonesboro, AR.  His uncle was at the residence and the two robbers ran from him– only to have Lynn’s pilot follow them as they attempted their escape– and describe their whereabouts to dispatchers.  Police promptly busted the unlucky capers thanks to the aerial assist.

Shocker:  Michele Bachmann says something stupid.  Apparently she missed the memo that the Everglades is not the place to drill for oil and natural gases.  Oopsie.

Consider Real Clear Politics to be your Cliff Notes on contemporary political issues.  I wholeheartedly believe that society would be less apathetic to the political process if they understood it more and made an increased effort to be informed.  As a political science major I cannot stand it when people adopt a snobbish attitude towards politics….that’s truly unfortunate.  Knowledge is power.  Arm yourselves.  Real Clear Politics offers email updates to ensure you are up to date with all things political and includes some of the following categories:  Real Clear Markets, Real Clear World, President Obama, Election 2012 Analysis, and National Security.

If you don't know who this person is, allow Real Clear Politics to assist you.

I’ve mentioned the West Memphis Three numerous times in this blog.  Although most of you are familiar with the case I wanted to include a link of archives from WREG [the leading source for local news in Memphis].  In addition to the information you can find online, I highly recommend reading The Devil’s Knot by Mara Leveritt and watching the films Paradise Lost 1 & 2.  I have yet to write my massive pieces regarding the acquital of these three men but I guarantee you it is coming.

“How a mix of female empowerment and steamy soap operas helped bring down Brazil’s fertility rate and stroke its vibrant economy”National Geographic‘s article on Facebook grabbed my attention yesterday.  [[Sidenote:  National Geographic's brilliant photos and informative articles are posted daily on their Facebook page-- friend them if you haven't already.]]  Reading about women defying societal and religious norms to take control over their reproductive lives is empowering.  Their six-point plan for decreasing the nation’s fertility rate proved particularly interesting.

Lady Gaga a.k.a. Jo Calderone

Whatever your opinion on Lady Gaga’s music [it's not my cup of tea] you cannot dispute the fact that she most definitely makes a statement.  For the 2011 MTV Video Music Awards, Gaga attended as her male alter ego, Jo Calderone….yet were her intentions and message lost in this [arguably] over the top display?  Kelsey Wallace, blogging for Bitch magazine, says: “I do appreciate her postmodern-to-the-extreme commentary on celebrity culture, and I like that she attempts to do something with the platforms she’s been given– both politically and artistically….however, the cheesy accent and wild mugging for the camera pushed the persona into self-indulgent territory.”  For me it was too much.  As the article mentions, Annie Lennox did this first, and I’m disappoint that Gaga [with the premiums she places on innovation] didn’t give credit where it was due.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

“Where’s the baby at?!’”

You mean I have to share MY attention with the baby?

Last week when we visited my OB/GYN, Adam stole the show the moment we opened the office door: “Where’s the baby at?!” he squealed as we made our grand entrance. The room was filled with women– many of them pregnant– and he plopped down on the sofa asking a million questions trying to comprehend the fact that babies only lived in certain female bellies. Once we made our way to the ultrasound room he was quick to notice the dimmed lights and screen on the wall. “Are we watching a movie?! Is it Thomas?!” He also noticed my fashionable ‘dress’ and asked if ‘that woman’ was hurting my tummy– and despite his interest in his sibling didn’t seem particularly enthralled by the heartbeat.

Saturday we celebrated the 21st birthday of Maris. ;) It was her actual date of birth but the party was for the twins turning six. As much as I loved the event I couldn’t help but feel envious of the kids frolicking on the inflatable water slide. Adam lived vicariously through me and had a blast! I’ll be sure to post pictures as soon as we get them.

That night I attended Bella Luna Bliss at Neshoba. We learned to give and receive diksha [Pure White Light Blessing] which was the most rejuvenating thing I’ve experienced in a very long time. April Fowler performed a wonderful blessing on me and I used Mariah Riggins as a guinea pig for practice. It did not go unnoticed by the other ladies that I appeared ‘lighter’ than I was at the last gathering several months ago.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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