Archive for Mary Annette Luck

Mother’s Day in March

Yes, I know the official Mother’s Day comes in May, but my mother’s day – my mother’s birthday – comes in March.  Today, in fact: March 18th.

So, I want to take this opportunity to publicly thank my mother, Mary Annette Luck Overstreet Taylor, for being the best mother a girl could ever want and/or need.  Here goes…

Dear Mom,

You have loved me when I wasn’t lovable, helped me when I truly needed it, laughed with me to the disbelief (and sometimes disdain) of others, taught me innumerable invaluable lessons, and cried with me when crying was all we could do.  

No matter what I say here, I will not be able to capture into words the love I have for you, the gratitude I feel for you, and the honor it is to be your daughter.

So instead I will simply say I love you, and hope that you can take it all the way in, believe it, and never forget it. And, in your words, I’ll say, “You hear me?  I mean it!”

I love you.

Thank you, loyal blog readers, for indulging me.  🙂

Women’s History Month

Women’s History Month:  One whole month of the year dedicated to one of the two genders.  Hmm… In one way, it’s sad to think we need a designated month to remember that (we) women have made significant contributions in our world. On the other hand, I am glad that while we still need it, we have it.  (At what point do you think we won’t need it?  Soon, I hope!)

This year, and every year, that month is March. And so today, on the first of this month, we celebrate Women’s History Month.

For which women in history – recent or in the distant past – are you most grateful? What did you learn or receive – directly or indirectly – as a result of their lives and the actions they took – or refused to take?  And how are you living differently now, due to their influence?

Think about it and then let me know.  I’d love to hear!  Plus, there are so many, and so many I don’t yet know about, I look forward to learning from you.  Most of all, however, together, let’s celebrate and honor the important women that came before us!

PS  March is a special month for me for another reason, too.  It’s the birth month of someone very special in my life – Mary Ann Luck Taylor.  Happy Birth Month, Mom!  I celebrate, honor, and love you!

What’s in a Name? Or, Why “Lala Land”?

Hello, my lovely,

Welcome to the place on my blog where you’ll find letters from me to you!  And now, to get us started, a little about the name of this category of posts…

As you may already know, the name I was given at birth was Laura Luck Overstreet.  I was named for my Great Aunt, Laura Jean Adams, although I never once heard her called that.  I only heard her greeted or referred to by her nickname, “Dimples.”  In addition to having a great smile, she was one brave lady, my “Aunt Dimps.”  Although she has been gone many, many years now, I still count her among those on my “Inner Board of Directors.”  She had countless interesting adventures, including serving in the Army Nurse Corps, in North Africa, during WWII.  That would be quite a job and a trek for me, even now, a grown “city girl,” in the “new millenium;” but for a “county girl” from Lavonia, Georgia, in the early 1940s, I’m sure it was nearly unheard of!  See why I still “call on her” for advice?

My middle name came from my mother, whose name at birth was Mary Annette Luck.  She never knew her father, Paul Booth Luck, but she chose to honor him and her heritage by giving me this name, too.  And I have always worn it proudly, and my mother set that example early.  When I was a little girl, and people heard my full name, they would often comment, “Laura Luck – how cute,” to which my mother would almost always reply, “It’s not cute.  It’s family!”

Whether family or cute, or both, it was a lot of name for a little girl.  Even when shortened to Laura Overstreet, it was a mouthful.  So, as kids often do, I shortened it even further, and for the longest time, when asked my name, I replied with pride, “Lala O’teet!”

Now, zoom forward with me about 25 or 30 years.  When I discovered the book, The Artist’s Way, and began doing art of all kinds, it was my “little girl” inside that was doing it, or at least helping the rest of my have permission to do so.  She is a part of me that is creative, curious, loving and awe-inspired.  And so, even though I, my adult, am the one writing these letters to you, I am giving her a nod, thanking her, and letting you know that no matter where I live, or what I am writing about, it will always be from Lala Land!

Be good to yourself today, and don’t forget to ask your “little girl” what she has to say.  My guess is that it’s quite a lot!

Much love,


PS Are you wondering about what this picture has to do with this post? I’ll tell you! Sometimes people say that when I’m in Lala Land, it’s because my head is in the clouds. What’s your version of Lala Land?