when you haven’t mattered

Every time someone tries to turn an innocent mind against their mother, I will have a receipt to share. Every time someone attacks who I am to those who trust me and love me, I will have a receipt to share. Every time someone tries to make my kids into theirs, I will have a receipt to share. I am not throwing away my motherhood because of someone else’s determination to disrespect me.

I am truly free and finally safe

I have been to a lot of weddings since my own first one in 2005. Tons and tons really because I was one of the first of my friends to get married at 21 years old and in your twenties you tend to attend them one after another. And going to weddings after that one…

Megan, you are loved

It’s been three years today. Three years since the machines were turned off and Megan’s time on earth was ended. People in general still aren’t clear on what happened to her, they still hear slightly off information and they ask from time to time. ‘I’m sorry to ask you this but what did happen.’ (It’s…

Fun Festers

In my hometown (and one we still live 30 or so minutes outside of), there is a huge and wonderful 10 day long city-wide festival every July. It’s really so much fun (pun intended). I’ve always loved Fun Fest. Outdoor eating, music, hot air balloons, fireworks, community…these are in my wheelhouse y’all. So every year,…

The Tone of a Place

It’s not a boomerang, that keeps pulling us back to Tennessee. But I don’t care if people say it’s that way. I’m not so sure it’s even ‘home.’ But there is a time when you consider community. A time when you consider being known.  More, there’s a time when you choose a tone of a…

Sweet Meg

Megan loved Lifetime movies. I mean, we would watch them and discuss them 10 times. She literally lived off of coffee. So. Much. Coffee. She loved to eat cheesy bread and pizza. She loved the ranch dressing at Chef’s- and drinking Vanilla Coke. Jersey Mike’s was the way to her heart. She loved rocking babies,…

From the Mountains to the City

We are all so accustomed to that old phrase, “Home is where the Heart is” that I doubt many of us consider it deeply. I believe it is true, that home IS anywhere where those you love reside.  My heart is with my kids and my husband and so my home is anywhere where they…

The Baby turns 5

No one told me that the first one turning five is small potatoes to the last one turning five.  I know it is cliche to say but I honestly can’t believe this little stinker is already five years old.    Seth was the hardest baby I had, he cried every day and had so many…

Lily Turns Six

My beautiful little baby girl has turned six years old.  Can it really be that it’s been so long since she was born? I feel as though in some way she’s always been with me. She’s no version of me, although we look so much alike; she her own lovely person and I just can’t…

Babies & A Little Quilt

This month has carried strife. More than expected. This past week was on it’s way to true damage, yet in the midst came blessing. Reminders of goodness, joy, peace, beauty…life. As Not The Mama and I were some of the firsts in our group to marry and have kids, we have been a bit ahead…