Over a year ago, my husband and I posed for a local photographer doing a photo collection called “Sticks and Stones” of interracial couples to document the hatred that is still very present. It was so interesting meeting Donna Pinckley and posing for her.
Little did I know that Donna would be interviewed and featured in Slate magazine. A friend of mine saw the article and sent me the link.
I’ve so very honored to be a small part of this piece, and I hope it produces positive change.
P.S. This photo collection was also featured in The Huffington Post and Buzzfeed this week!
I adore my husband, viagra sale Anthony K. Valley (@akvalley on Twitter). He is just about perfect. But he does have one glaring flaw: he doesn’t like red foods. Yep, you heard it here, folks. Anthony doesn’t like tomatoes, strawberries, watermelon and most other red foods. I’m not sure when or where this defect originated, but it does interfere with marital bliss. See, I’m a cook of sorts, and one of my stable recipe ingredients is the Arkansas tomato. I get a bunch of them weekly in our CSA. The cherry tomato plant was about the only thing in my container garden that survived the summer. I cook with tomatoes several times a week. Initially when I learned of this red-food aversion, I tried to deflect a potential conflict by making him something else. But I’m done. He’s a grown man for heaven’s sake. He can eat tomatoes with the rest of the civilized world!
He is slowly coming around. Tonight I made pizza pasta with reduced-fat pepperoni, whole wheat egg noodles, grated Parmesan cheese, and homemade tomato sauce. He ate it — and even went back for seconds! I think our marriage has a chance after all.
This morning before my feet hit the ground, website Anthony and I were joined by our four year old, our 10 year old, our 14 year old and our dog in the bed for some Saturday morning snuggles. Luckily we have a king size bed!
It got me thinking to just over six months ago when Anthony and I got married. Not only were we joining our lives together as husband and wife, but we were joining our daughters together with us. (I brought one kid to the marriage; Anthony brought two.)
Little M took the vows very seriously. You can see from the wedding photos how intently she listened to every word. She and I had prayed for over a year that God would bring us a wonderful husband/daddy, and she knew that God had answered our prayers in Anthony.
Two weeks ago I finally got around to legally changing my last name — just in time for my 3-month wedding anniversary. I really went back and forth on whether or not to do it. I’m 40-something years old. (Yes, visit this I know you’re shocked.) I’ve had the name McBryde for all but a 1-year-and-10-month-unfortunate-practice-marriage. My degrees are in McBryde. My nursing license is in McBryde. My whole professional career (for the most part — see above unfortunate practice marriage) has been in the name McBryde. I like this name. It links me to my Scottish ancestry. I like the unique spelling with a Y, viagra not an I. But despite all that, treat I love my husband more. So two weeks ago, I became Stacey Valley. (Actually Stacey McBryde Valley — couldn’t dump the McBryde totally.) And then the tedious process of changing my name EVERYWHERE started. I’m about half way done.
Now I really felt a sense of urgency to change my daughter’s name too. Until Anthony came along, I was her only parent. We are tight. We are a lot alike — even though she’s adopted. Okay, she’s a MINI ME. And she LOVES her name. But today, I legally changed her name to Valley also. She’s still not happy about it — as much as a four-and-a-half-year-old can be upset over a name. She starts pre-K next Monday, so I hope her teacher is patient and can help me reinforce how wonderful this new, shorter, easier-to-spell last name is. So to compensate, I bought her ice cream and we got our toenails painted and we went school clothes shopping. I’m a sucker for bribery.
Welcome to my blog. This is the story of my life as Mrs. Awesome. I met Anthony (aka Awesome) just over a year ago, cialis sale and we married one week ago. We have three children — to be know here as Epic (13) , generic Incredible (9) and Magnificent (4). Anthony calls me Amazing. How these nicknames got started is before my time — must be a Valley thing. But I like it — very affirming. I like this new family that we’re becoming.