Nancy James Martin Stetson Carroll, darling.

Aka my Memaw. My great love.

Every time I'd visit her cottage by the sea, she'd have a mile-high stack of library books stowed on the bench in her kitchen. Yet the only book she ever told me to read was "Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood." I think she was trying to tell me something, but I never figured out what it was.

My favorite quote from the book, and kinda the anthem of my life, is, "We wear headdresses of the queens who have gone before us. Who ask us to carry on their magic."

I've been waiting to stop missing her, but it just hasn't happened yet.

I've been trying to carry on her magic, but I pale in comparison.