Once Upon A Time, In The Beginning, Once There Was A, and all the other story book beginnings one can think of are not the only way to start a story. They sound nice, Sure! They give us a subtle sense of structure, Uh Huh! And they are not the way most of our anecdotes… Continue reading The Middle Start
Being a mom of twins is beautiful and timeless, meaning I have less and less time to do anything, much less put on makeup in my small, but desperate attempt to look like a grown-up, human woman.
If I just had a little more time, money, or snacks in my packed lunch, I would be/do better. How often have I thought these words? Sure, snacks were mostly prioritized higher on the list before I had children, but the fear of not having, or being enough has played the monster under my bed… Continue reading Sufficient
Beaming with sweat, we exit the stage to meet and greet with the audience, and this is when my normal day in the make-believe jungle took a detour.
Somewhere, hopefully buried amongst out-grown jeans, vacation souvenirs, and old retainers, there is a DVD of me in my first duet. Now, I wouldn't say it was good,...
When love wants to get close enough to be felt or heard, it adds a stroke of paint in the empty spaces around us, until all we see is what we recognize as beauty.
"Melissa! You're running 4th leg!" If emojis existed back then, I would have definitely been the one with the blue face and bulging, disbelieving eyes. Trying to explain my short-distance, long-distance logic proved ineffective in talking my couch out of putting me in the race. Jesus be a rescue inhaler.
The lights floating overhead formed a halo of calm and chaos in the room. The rolling trays, clanking instruments and the distinctive swishing sound of cotton pants walking in deliberate circles created a confluence of serenity and urgency. The walls were sterile with just the slightest hint of grey. There were eleven people occupied in… Continue reading Only The Beginning
I wasn't just going to aspire to be something familiar and safe. No, I wanted to be wowed by my dreams and taking rockets to the stars appeared to be the only place to start.
One year in middle school, I challenged myself to invent a new hairstyle for every day of the school year. A huge feat, I know. Sure conquering quadratic equations or really committing to rolling my r's in Mr. Barrios' class should've come to mind, but I needed new goals. Plus, I figured my r's would… Continue reading Haircasso