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I brought Leelee Stacey outside a bit ago to shoot some fireworks. As soon as the first one went up, she said, “I have to go get Mac!” And she ran inside to get one of the people she treasures most in this world so that he could see them, too.   She loved what … Continue reading

So, here’s the Ugly Real. I didn’t want to do this. I wondered if I should post it. I didn’t know–I don’t know–how I feel about any of it. But this is the real: we do things for our children that we never thought we could do. We do things for our children that we … 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

There Are No Words, Mr. Faulkner

A really long time ago, I read the book As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner. I haven’t read it since that really long time ago. At the time I read it, though, I remember that I was a bit obsessed with death. And at the time I read it, the profoundness of his empty … Continue reading

Camp Makery, Y’all!

I know it has been ages since I’ve posted anything here, but I have begun to write and edit for a new blog started by my uber-talented cousin-in-law, Lauren. The site is called Camp Makery, and you MUST check it out! Lauren has gathered some amazingly talented women from across the world to contribute to … Continue reading

SIMPLIFY: Moving the Leaf

I never make New Year’s resolutions. Ever. I don’t keep them, and I feel like a total failure when I forget that I even made one before January is out. But I did this year, and though I am preparing myself for that familiar feeling once again, I am trying. I really am. This year, … Continue reading