So, it is our duty as mortal, thought-producing, free-will bearing, and yet, spiritual beings to carry each other's burdens, to share in each other's experiences, and not just beg our perspective to see what another sees, but walk our eyes over to the other side and truly see for ourselves.
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,...
"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.
“You’re lazy.” I remember someone close to me, someone who's voice rang too loudly in my head, telling me those words when I was six. (No worries Mom, it wasn’t you I still owe you for the nights I literally peeled your eyelids open to tell you all the things in the middle of the… Continue reading La-zy: a noun