Calendars

Calendars

Per our calendar, our year ended 10 days ago. Per our calendar, we begin a new year. We get a brand new start. My mama moved her office last week, and she gets a new start. That is a good thing. She deserves one.   It used to be my parents’ office. I can’t really … Continue reading

Better Things

In the car tonight, taking Mac Stacey to basketball practice, out of the blue, he said, “Mama, do you ever think that things would just be better if Charles was here? Like, when last night you got upset with me and took my phone…times like that…do you ever wish you could just talk to him … Continue reading

One More Day

One More Day

I used to throw this kind of stuff up on Facebook…the little moments that I wanted to record, but now, they just seem too sad for Facebook, so I don’t want them there. It was a night at our house. Just a crappy night. Mac was in a tizzy. Several things set him off, and … Continue reading

Pickles

So, I’ve posted a lot of funny stuff on Facebook lately. That’s my medium for recording the everyday, the mundane that isn’t mundane at all to this mama. My family has had a lot of happy moments lately. I don’t have words for how thankful I am for those genuinely happy moments. But I’m just … Continue reading

#amillionlittlethings

So, there is a new show that is coming out on the ABC network, beginning Sept. 26, called A Million Little Things, and I have a million little things to say about it. I want it to have extremely low viewership and dismal ratings and be that show that no one remembers. I want it … Continue reading

Named

For whatever reason, we talk often about names in our house. I am Marsha Fondren Weems Stacey. My husband is Scott Jordan Stacey. My son is Jordan McDonald Stacey. My daughter is Leigh Louise Stacey. My mother is Judith Louise McDonald Weems. My father is Charles Alvin Weems. My brother is Leigh Hayes Weems. My … Continue reading

July 25

Today is July 25th. I was born on this day 43 years ago to Judy and Charles Weems. They were first time parents, and I was a nightmare baby. They couldn’t sort out my formula, and because of that, my tiny stomach hurt all the time, so I’ve been told that I screamed, constantly, for … Continue reading

Thunder

Thunder

The day after my daddy left, it stormed. I was sitting exactly where I am right now, outside at my computer, with the rain pouring as fast as the tears were coming down my cheeks. The sky flashed now and then as lightening peppered the sky, and the thunder boomed. It felt so appropriate. It … Continue reading

Countdown to Thursday

It was the Thursday after the Sunday. Daddy left on June 22. Last year, it was a Thursday. This year, it will be a Friday. Last year, I switched my court week with another judge, so I was on the bench on that Thursday. Last week, I had my June Thursday. I will forever hate … Continue reading