#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

Heavy Purses

Purses can be heavy. Load those babies up with everything you think you need for every situation imaginable, and they can make your shoulder feel like it is about to fall off. They can be mighty pretty, though. However, an ex of mine once said: I’ve never heard a guy say, “Dang. Look at the … Continue reading

It’s Summer

Summertime: brightness, warmth, frivolity, and freedom. The doldrums of winter are gone. The door is closed on the cold. It’s finally Summer.   Up until last year, for Mac, the summer season didn’t just mean that school was out. It didn’t just mean that it was warm and he could enjoy all that sweltering Mississippi … Continue reading

It Hurt

I’ve written about this before, so most of you reading this know (and may have known about this all along…I, for one, did not) that people who suffer from PTSD and anxiety have triggers. Triggers are events that put one back in a moment when he or she initially felt intense fear or sadness or … Continue reading

Box Fan Weather

This week, we had weird weather…in that, it was beautiful outside. Finally. I told Mac that, the sky was so blue-blue, and the trees were so green-green and the clouds were so white-white, none of them even seemed real. It felt good to finally have a pretty day. It is now box fan weather–except, for … Continue reading