“Family. That’s my agenda. Sometimes family is more than just the people under your roof. They’re people who jump in head first, who aren’t afraid to make fools of themselves to help you. Who don’t hide their faces in shame if you fall down. If your family is suddenly bigger than you expected and your house gets too crowded, do you tell your family that they need to find a different place to live? You make room. You adapt. You find creative solutions to keep people together. Our schools fans are our family.”

Thank you, thank you, thank you for another incredible season, #CloneClub. You’re one of a kind.

I want to spend a lot but not all of my years with you.
We’ll talk about kids
                             but make plans to travel.
I will remember your eyes
                             as green when they were gray.
Our dogs will be named For Now and Mostly.
              Sex will be good but next door’s will sound better.

There will be small things.
I will pick up your damp towel from the bed,
                                                           and then I won’t.
I won’t be as hot as I was
                              when I wasn’t yours
and your hairline now so
When we pull up alongside a cattle car
                              and hear the frightened lows,
                              I will silently judge you
                              for not immediately renouncing meat.
You will bring me wine
                              and notice how much I drink.

                                              The garden you plant and I plant
                              is tunneled through by voles,
                                                              the vowels
                                                              we speak aren’t vows,
                but there’s something
                              holding me here, for now,
                like your eyes, which I suppose
                                                              are brown, after all.
—  Rebecca Hazelton, You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life

terradawnhazelton: So excited that I can finally post this picture!! As always, it was an extreme pleasure to work with the amazing Tatiana Maslany! This will be forever in my top 5 best musical experiences! All of which came together and was coreographed and brilliantly sung by the two angels making a stubbs sandwhich! Barbra Johnston & Anika Johnson are two of the most talented amazing women you could ever meet or work with! I hope we can all sing together again someday!

“This is my fifth time in prison. Every crime I’ve committed has come from my addiction. Best case scenario is I get out of here, rebuild my life, and join the one percent of people who have beaten a meth addiction. Worst case scenario is I become no more than what I am today. And honestly, if I mess up again, I hope it kills me. Because I don’t want to keep hurting people. I’ve cheated my kids out of normal lives. My seventeen-year-old daughter is in a home for teen moms. My twenty-one-year-old son is in jail. My eighteen-year-old daughter is doing OK. She’s got a job at FedEx and goes to college. She hates drugs and thinks the world is a good place and that nobody is out to hurt her. She wants to help me. She wants me to come live with her when I get out. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” (Federal Correctional Complex: Hazelton, West Virginia)

“My mom was a single mom and there were nine of us. All of the kids worked in the fields. I started when I was twelve. We picked cucumbers, apples, corn, strawberries, all of it. None of us went to school. Nobody cared– if you move around a lot, the system loses track of you. Whenever the harvest was done, we’d go somewhere else. We always signed a contract. The farmers would give us a place to live and a little bit of money, and we worked in their fields. But there was never any money left when we finished. One day when I was eighteen, a friend of mine asked me to hide some marijuana in our trailer. He gave me a little money. I gave it to my mom. And that’s how it all began.” (Federal Correctional Complex: Hazelton, West Virginia)


One of the greatest writers of our time is a sports writer. A short thought about Buck O'Neil by Joe Posnanski,

He refused to fall prey to pettiness and malice. He said that hate, in its largest and smallest forms, destroys the hater. He sang at the Hall of Fame just months before he died, sang for the men and woman who had made it in his place. And when I asked him where that strength came from, he talked about his faith. And he talked about baseball.

All the more striking because it is in a piece about finding community in spite of differences.