Don’t Forget: Writing from 11/20/20

11/20/20 Several years ago, a 3rd grader came to me with the biggest Post-it Note on his tiny, left cheek. It was biggest post-it I had ever seen. And as serious as can be, he asked me, “Would it be ok if I leave this on my face so I don’t forget something?” And just…Read more »

Happy Reparenting Day

I was in Bali years ago on this over priced, self reflection, discovery, what the hell do I want to do with my life, yoga type workshop thing. That’s exactly how the brochure described it. During one of the sessions, the speaker said, “A flower doesn’t shout, ‘LOOK AT ME! I AM A FUCKING FLOWER!’…Read more »

Dear God, Please Send a Bus…

(Trigger warning: Talk of suicidal ideation) As I sit here and write this, I am having to take some deep breaths. This is a very personal story and I also feel the need to share it. Even though I am still in the midst of navigating this new territory, my hope is that it might…Read more »

Grief sucks. The end.

Grief isn’t linear.  There is no timeline. The stages of grief don’t always go in a perfect order.  Grief doesn’t discriminate.  Doesn’t matter how good of a person you are or how much you pray. Life happens on life’s terms.  Grief bursts are a thing.  A grief burst is a sudden burst of grief that…Read more »

Let July Just Be July

I heard a song recently on an Instagram Reel. Or maybe it was that Tik Tok thing. Yep. I’m hip. The lyrics were simple, yet for me, so profound. “We can let July just be July.” I seriously think that music has a way of seeing into our souls. I love the summer. I am,…Read more »

Incomplete Pass

The other day someone complimented my hair. I was quick to respond, “Really? I haven’t washed it in a week. And have you seen my roots?!” Never once absorbing the incoming positivity that they were trying to offer me. Never allowing the giver of the compliment to truly experience the act of giving. And never…Read more »

Born on purpose

The world would like to introduce  Melanie Colleen Thomas. She was born on October 16th, 1975. She entered this world with a big birthmark and a giant head.  The first picture that was ever taken of her looks like something straight out of a true crime documentary. She screamed for the first 6 months of…Read more »

Disconnected

The other day I was pumped about making a crock pot meal. Have you ever had a sweet potato from a crock pot? Life changing. The temperature had dropped on the first day of fall and I was ready for some warm food and a comfy sweatshirt. It was 69 degrees. That is winter weather…Read more »

Old Gray Mary

My dogs just recently turned 11. I do not know how to calculate the “dog years” thing, but I know it’s old. Maybe it’s the gray hair on their backs, or the vet suggesting they do some “senior” bloodwork. Or perhaps it is the constant banter from strangers who often say, “Oh my goodness. Look…Read more »

July

July and I have had a complicated relationship. On July 2, 2006, my dad died. He left his physical body peacefully and has now passed on to a place with unicorns and rainbows. And he is probably sitting on a reclining puffy cloud right now, smiling down on me.  Maybe all that is true. God,…Read more »