Tiger's Eye posted this on their website today. Whew... a new adventure!
http://www.tigerseyejournal.com/
Friday, May 19, 2017
Sunday, May 14, 2017
My 23rd Mother's day
This blog is mostly for my children. When I print it out, they will keep it. So, for those few of you who read it, I hope you don't mind how personal it is. This is one of those posts. Happy Mother's Day!
Dakota, Carson, and Micah,
I once thought I would be a perfect mom, I'm not. I also thought I would marry a wonderful man and stay married for the rest of my life. That didn't happen either. When I first started submitting the poetry that I had been writing all my life, I hoped for immortality. That one day, my voice would be remembered by people, like Emily Dickinson's. On my 23rd year as a mother, I am not sorry about any of those losses. When I am put in the ground, I know that you will be all that is left of me. You and your children will carry on my story and my memories. As I look at my own mother's photo today, I hope that you will see me and remember me with lots of laughter and good times, as well as a few tears. That you will remember all the silly things I do and the fun we have together. All of the days at work, I really wish I could be home with you. As for my writing and the words I leave for others, I hope it will remind you that I never gave up. No matter how many times, I was met with rejection, I kept submitting until I achieved a level of success. The best part of all of this is knowing that you are proud of me. Maybe my years of trials and recovery have taught you to be resilient. Life will push you down over and over again, but even when the rains pours on you, you can always get back up. The sun will be out tomorrow, and your Heavenly Father will come to your aid. I love you all so very much.
Love always,
Mom
Dakota, Carson, and Micah,
I once thought I would be a perfect mom, I'm not. I also thought I would marry a wonderful man and stay married for the rest of my life. That didn't happen either. When I first started submitting the poetry that I had been writing all my life, I hoped for immortality. That one day, my voice would be remembered by people, like Emily Dickinson's. On my 23rd year as a mother, I am not sorry about any of those losses. When I am put in the ground, I know that you will be all that is left of me. You and your children will carry on my story and my memories. As I look at my own mother's photo today, I hope that you will see me and remember me with lots of laughter and good times, as well as a few tears. That you will remember all the silly things I do and the fun we have together. All of the days at work, I really wish I could be home with you. As for my writing and the words I leave for others, I hope it will remind you that I never gave up. No matter how many times, I was met with rejection, I kept submitting until I achieved a level of success. The best part of all of this is knowing that you are proud of me. Maybe my years of trials and recovery have taught you to be resilient. Life will push you down over and over again, but even when the rains pours on you, you can always get back up. The sun will be out tomorrow, and your Heavenly Father will come to your aid. I love you all so very much.
Love always,
Mom
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
My 2nd life
The news hasn't been announced publicly yet, but it's not a secret either. I have been asked to join the staff of Tiger's Eye Press as a assistant editor. This will not replace my day job, but will be more a labor of love in my spare time at home. However, I am very very excited for this opportunity to learn, and to contribute to the wider world of poetry in new ways. I love poets!
Monday, April 17, 2017
Primary visit
Today was Carson's annual Primary visit. He received a great report, and my heart is very happy. This is his last appointment with Dr. Williams as an underage child. Next year, he will be 18, and Dr. Williams will still see him, but will be introducing him to the adult transition team. Guaranteed, there will be tears then. But today, I am just very grateful. Always and always ... very grateful for my son and his good health.
I was looking through some of my photos of Primary. Of course, there are baby ones because he spent his two first weeks of life there. However, I thought it would be fun to post some of just the last few years. My, how he has grown!
2010 - Right after heart catheter procedure (just to look inside with a camera). Brave guy.
2012 - Appointment with Dr. Williams
Today (2017) - Heart Echo and appointment with Dr. Williams
I was looking through some of my photos of Primary. Of course, there are baby ones because he spent his two first weeks of life there. However, I thought it would be fun to post some of just the last few years. My, how he has grown!
2010 - Right after heart catheter procedure (just to look inside with a camera). Brave guy.
2012 - Appointment with Dr. Williams
Today (2017) - Heart Echo and appointment with Dr. Williams
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Encouragement
I have always said that life is lived in the little moments. Those moments sometimes keep us sane when times are rough. I have had a few great little moments over the past few weeks.
Earlier this month, I learned that two of my poems will be published in an anthology called "Sand and Sky: Poems from Utah." It is being published by the Rumi Poetry Club of Salt Lake City. There will be a reading and book launch on May 6. I plan to be there.
The most exciting thing happened a couple of weeks ago, when my new chapbook manuscript "Visiting Ghosts and Ground" was chosen as a semifinalist in Glass Lyre Press's Kithara book award. The announcement of the 8 semifinalists was posted on their Facebook page and social media. It was a great honor to be chosen. I held my breath for the next few days, but eventually received the news that I did not win the contest and publication. It was disappointing, yes. But still . . . so close. I responded to the editors, who I respect a great deal, with a thank you. Yesterday, they sent me a lovely email. I'm doing a "copy and paste" because I want to remember these kind words.
Earlier this month, I learned that two of my poems will be published in an anthology called "Sand and Sky: Poems from Utah." It is being published by the Rumi Poetry Club of Salt Lake City. There will be a reading and book launch on May 6. I plan to be there.
The most exciting thing happened a couple of weeks ago, when my new chapbook manuscript "Visiting Ghosts and Ground" was chosen as a semifinalist in Glass Lyre Press's Kithara book award. The announcement of the 8 semifinalists was posted on their Facebook page and social media. It was a great honor to be chosen. I held my breath for the next few days, but eventually received the news that I did not win the contest and publication. It was disappointing, yes. But still . . . so close. I responded to the editors, who I respect a great deal, with a thank you. Yesterday, they sent me a lovely email. I'm doing a "copy and paste" because I want to remember these kind words.
Dear Stacy,
Thank you for your gracious response. Due to its high writing quality and atmospheric tone, it stood out during this contest period. Please take this as our enthused encouragement to continue to submit work in the future! We or any other publisher in the future would be lucky to have you.
Sincere regards,
Ami, Kelly, Linda & Mark
Friday, February 24, 2017
Just this...
Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Shooting Practice
We took a pellet gun and two 22 caliber pistols and went shooting today. It was a first for my sons, and they had a great time. Micah hit almost everything he shot at, to the dismay of his older brothers. It was a lot of fun.
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