That time I locked Liam and Quinn in a basement without food or water.

Ronan. I am in awe of all the people who contacted me yesterday about the fact that I wrote on your blog again. When I hit post on my last entry, I got goosebumps all over my entire body. It actually felt really good to post something. I truly have missed writing on here but I needed to take a break for many reasons. Mostly because any free time I’ve had, I’ve been pouring my words into your book and I am still not even done. I’ve been wanting to start-up this blog again because I truly have missed having this as an outlet, but I just needed a little push to do so. I got more than one push from many people so here we are and I couldn’t be happier about it.

I’ve been getting a lot of questions from people wanting to know what I have been doing the past few years, but they also want to know how Liam and Quinn are. The twins are incredible and just turned 14. Even typing that out makes me want to stop and scream, “WHAT?! 14?! THERE IS NO WAY THEY ARE 14!” but they are and they are growing into the most amazing young men. You know how you always hear from the “parenting experts” that you shouldn’t be best friends with your kids because for some reason those “experts” think raising kids is black and white and there is only one RIGHT way to do so? Well, it turns out those experts don’t know anything and the only rule worth following is the one that works for your family. Having an honest, open relationship where your brothers know they can come to us with anything has created this family dynamic of us having 14-year-old boys who love us, respect us, and they genuinely enjoy being with us. So when they’re not playing basketball, which by the way is pretty much 7 days a week, they are usually with us. They have a good group of friends they hang out with, but they like to do that at our house and we love that, too. No girls yet… just basketball and that is more than fine with me. They aren’t even into social media much, hate when I post about them on Instagram and are probably going to be pissed when they find out I wrote about them on here so I will stop now.

At 14, they have boundaries and I have always tried to be respectful of what I write on here about them. There is a reason why they are not all over my blog or my social media accounts. So if I don’t talk about them much, please know there is a really good reason for that and it has nothing to do with them being locked in a basement because I love you more. Or Poppy more. Or even myself more as a lot of assholey people like to say. I mean I do love myself a lot because I am fucking awesome, but it doesn’t even come close to how much I love my kids. All 4 of them.

I have to run now little man. I’m trying to finish up a chapter in your book today. I miss you. I love you. I hope you are safe.


Wait… side note. Did you guys notice my blog got an amazing make over thanks to my two little East Coast agents?! I am almost as in love with it as I am with Taylor Swift’s new song. Thanks, Jord and Rach for the little makeover. What would I do without you?!?!


“I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now.”


“Oh, ’cause she’s dead!”

Lyrical little genius she is and I could not be more excited for all that is about to come.


12 thoughts on “That time I locked Liam and Quinn in a basement without food or water.”

  1. I like you. I feel like we would be ranty, sarcastic, trump hating almost vegan pals if we ever met. Also, you seem like an amazing mum….after all the shit the world has thrown you, it must be a complete ball ache to have to deal with asshole trolls too.

    Know that the people who follow you because they admire your determination to make a difference are the people who just want to support your journey. They don’t question your political allegiance or even consider the possibility that you prefer certain children. They have the mental capacity to realise they don’t even know you.

    I’m over here, cheering you on πŸ™‹πŸ» I’ve referred a couple of friends to your blog, page, site and your Jo because they have lost babies. There’s a ripple effect to your journey that you don’t even see….take me for example, your ripple is shaking it’s spice over in Scotland because of you.

    Don’t let dick heads dampen your spice.

  2. Over the years of reading your blog, I have been a witness to some CRAZY comments by some of your readers. I have also seen the people who know you best show that they have your back…so many people have your back. Maybe you have wondered if you should continue to write. Let me just say that I am so glad that you have. Because what really matters is that you do this for Ronan…not anyone else. I am lucky that through your words I have learned how to be a friend to someone who is grieving, and not someone that demands that a person “get on with life” just because it is easier for me. I have also met some of the very best, tenderhearted yet badass people through advocating for the Ronan Foundation. I connect with them almost daily and it is a lifeline and a safe place to fall in this hard world that we live in. Your family is lucky to have you and we are changed by your words. Thank you.

  3. Mama Maya’s comeback is about as epic as Taylor’s! Glad to have both badass women back. Both seem to have something legendary up their sleeves!

  4. Always supporting you Maya!! The Culpepper’s love you!! We have been a stocker (follower) since the beginning! We will never stop! Now that my girls are getting older they even stock you!! A few years ago we did a Ro Challenge and while spreading Ronan Love we were escorted out of target! We will continue to be Rebals! Always! The last 2 years my daughter has Sang Ronan at her school! we are a voice for childhood cancer πŸ’œπŸ’ͺπŸΌπŸ’«πŸŽ—

  5. I remember when I was in high school and I used to read this blog in the mornings sitting at the bus stop. Now I’m done with UNI, that’s crazy. I never comented much, I’ve always been more of a listener but I wanted to come forward and tell you that Ronan never left my thougths through the past few years. I would see a kid with brigth blue eyes or a mockingbird, or just a random rainy day and I would go to your instagram and see what you guys where up to, I never knew him but he is always in my mind, It’s amazing if you think about it, Ronan will never be gone because you and your family keep fighting for him but also because people like me keep his memory alive. I live in a small town in northern Spain and I had the amazing experience of living for a year in Hungary and I always shared Ronan story when I found souls that I knew would understand his magic. I’m still waiting for that book, I never stoped waiting for this blog to update. And here we are. This comment its a mess but I wanted to share my thoughts, I missed you Maya, thank you for posting again. Love. Andrea.

  6. Can’t wait to read the book. Please please have a kindle version too, if tou can, so that it’s easier to purchase internationally!

  7. I I was driving in the car when my email dinged with your blog spot. My moms riding with me so I asked her to read your post out loud! I think you have a new fan. I explained all about you, Ronan and your blog to my mom. She had tears. Pretty sure she went home to read your blog from the beginning. I can not wait to read your book!! You Be You! xoxo

  8. I’m so glad you’re back. Ronan is never far from my mind- in fact, I had the words All good things are wild and free tattooed on my back. And a few days later my new rockstar Ronan hoodie and tank tops were delivered. I always support your foundation in any way that I can. Anyways. Glad to hear from you.

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