The Meaning Behind the Name. . .

Coloring Out Loud was my brother’s genius at play. I had created a logo (much like the one you see on my blog now), resembling a coffee ring. So Rowd got to work brainstorming a blog name for me. He presented “Coloring Out Loud” and bam, it clicked. On the surface, it may seem simple. But there are many reasons and meanings behind my cutesy title.
Let’s start with the first word – coloring. My logo is a ring of color (I chose pink, because duh) but you will see different colors come and go depending on my topic, the time of year, etc. Thus, color ring.
Second, I am a black and white type person. I mean that in the sense that not only are my house and wardrobe mainly black and white, I don’t do grey and I don’t do color. There is a right and wrong answer to everything to me, and I don’t consider myself to be a creative or artistic person.
This blog is intended to challenge me to step out of the black and white – to give myself and others a vibrant, honest, refreshing account of the black and white, the mundane, the blah. I need more color in my life, as well, I’m sure, does everyone else. I hope to be that color for you.
Now for the second part – out loud. If you know me, you know I am very introverted. I don’t like noise, crowds, leaving my bed or my house. I am totally ok staying inside all weekend with a book and coffee (until it’s time for wine), and never checking my phone. I am a homebody, and I will cancel plans on you without a second thought. Boy, am I charming. Out loud makes me step out of the quiet. While I think it is ok to be an introvert and want to keep to myself, that is not what God put on my heart. More about that next.
When I was in high school, I struggled with depression. I will touch on this topic later in this blog’s life, but for the moment let’s table that story. I made mistakes, as does every teenager, and I had a hard time coping with them. I often thought “Why me, God? Why do I have to have this story? Why is this my plot in life?” Again, more on this later.
I went to a Christian teen conference with my church youth group amidst my struggle. At said conference, we were asked to write three words on our hand that described what we had gotten out of the day or what God was leading us to or what we wanted to pray for. My three words: “found my purpose.” After much internal turmoil and prayer, God told me that my struggles were to be used to communicate to others that it’s ok to hurt. It’s ok to make mistakes. It’s ok to question. “It’s ok to not be ok.”
For years, I told myself that I misheard the Big Guy. I made it up. He wants me to be a banker. He wants me to be a teacher. Surely there’s someone more fit to talk to people.
Nope. It’s me. I heard him right.
So now I’m doing it. I am saying all the things in my head out loud. I’m sharing my story out loud.
And lastly, if you think about the phrase “coloring out loud” it doesn’t make sense. Coloring is a visual thing – out loud is an auditory thing. The two parts don’t mesh. They don’t add up. But I love it.
You can’t actually color out loud.
But I’m about to.




Huff Daddy


Happy first {official} Father’s Day to the man that hung our moon and stars! On this day a year ago, we let the world know that baby Huff was on the way. I think I was only like 10 weeks pregnant at the time. In hindsight, that was brave. LOL.

Chad is spending his first Father’s Day on another continent. He’s away working in Norway for two weeks, but don’t worry, we celebrated before he left.  And it’s not Father’s Day in Norway so I figured he deserved today’s blog post spotlight.

Before we get to Chad (wait your turn, bud), I want to mention that not only is he a great dad, we are fortunate to be surrounded by wonderful fathers in our lives. He had great examples set by not only his own father (hey, Ruru!), but also mine and both of our older brothers. Cooksey is named after some of the best men to ever walk the earth, and we are lucky that they are ours. Thank you, Pookie, Ricky, Tommy, Rowdy and Mick, for showing us what it takes to be a great dad, husband and gentleman. We love y’all more than words can ever express.

Now, on to CC. I believe he will agree with me when I say the last five months of our lives have been nothing short of chaotic and wonderful. No one can ever prepare you for becoming a parent. No books, no blogs, no classes can explain the life-changing magic that is having a baby. Cooksey is the greatest and the hardest journey we have ever been on. And we’ve both realized a whole new level of love since he he’s been born. (And that we’re not as important as we thought we were.)

But as I’ve watched Chad transition into his new role, I’ve fallen more in love with him than I even knew there was room left for. Sometimes, I want to suffocate him with a pillow at 3 am when he doesn’t hear the baby, and I know I’ve snapped at him more times than warranted these last few months. But, damnit, he’s so cute when he sings those stupid songs to Cookie and puts on the diapers backwards. There is no one else I would rather navigate this journey with. Not even Leonardo DiCaprio or George Springer. I mean it.

So here’s to Chad! Thanks for making me a mommy, and thanks for being an amazing dad and human being. Cookie and I are so lucky to have you. I’d even venture to say we are #blessed.

Here are some pictures from Chad’s adventure in Norway. Happy Father’s Day from the states, Daddoo!



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Ready, Set, Go. . .

Here we are. The first post. The first words on paper (er, screen). Thanks for being here.

MEK Huff Words is a working title. The first 2/3 of the name are obvious. If they’re not, hi, I’m Mackenzie Elizabeth (Keller) Huff. The second part is, well, also obvious. I like words. I like books and writing and talking. Words really matter to me. They carry power, and should be used wisely. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.” Total bologna. Everyone has been hurt by words. And everyone has been built up by words. They matter.

Sidenote on the title, my very creative and talented brother (hey, Rowdy) is sitting here with me, and offered no suggestions. Hence, MEK Huff Words.

The point of this meeting space is to keep my people updated. Unfortunately, life has spread them all over the place (well, really just Texas, but that’s big enough). This is to serve as a connecting point, so please leave comments, text me suggestions, give me criticism. I want to know what you like and what you don’t. What you want to hear, and what can be left out. I won’t update you on everything I order from Amazon (unless that’s what you want to hear…), but I will tell you how our jobs are going, what it’s like being a new parent, my latest reads and what my goals are.

Reviewing what I just read, I clearly love commas and parenthesis. #sorrynotsorry

So, cheers! Clink a glass with the person closest to you (I hope you’re drinking a good cab) and get ready for it. My blog is officially here. How many years have I been saying I would do this?

Man, this font makes me look cute.