• Melissa commented on the post, wealth 2 years, 5 months ago

    Wealth looks like…whatever you want it to mean.

  • Melissa commented on the post, stagnation 2 years, 5 months ago

    I’m always on the go. Some days, I have two jobs and drive through six counties. I’m moving, driving, restless, running to get away from the sensation that my life is full of stagnation.

  • Melissa commented on the post, idiots 2 years, 5 months ago

    I will not get political. I will not get political. I will not get political. I will not talk about the riots. I will not talk about the riots. I will not talk about the riots. I will not get political. Being a teacher is hard. “Who did you vote for, Mrs. Kiefer?” Who did you vote for who did you vote for who did you vote for. The word…[Read more]

  • Melissa commented on the post, onward 2 years, 6 months ago

    “Onward Christian soooo-l-diers, marching on to war,” are the lyrics I remember from Vacation Bible School. Pigtails and sparkly jelly shoes, I remember deliberately and enthusiastically marching. I didn’t know, then, that the battle was more than scraped knees on the playground, more than running out of sugar wafer cookies and purple punch,

  • Melissa commented on the post, perspective 2 years, 6 months ago

    A human’s perspective can be cloudy and complicated. My perspective is often biased and confused. Furthermore, decision-making is difficult for me because I try to consider the problem from many angles and all perspectives.
    What I really want is the perspective of a puppy. Yes. I want to see life from a puppy’s point of view. :)

  • Melissa commented on the post, safeguard 2 years, 7 months ago

    I put safeguards in place. I put my guard up in most situations. I take every measure I can to ensure nothing bad can happen, nothing unexpected or surprising. The funny thing about life? It doesn’t matter. Life doesn’t care about the safeguards, the guardrails. Life cannot be controlled.

  • Melissa commented on the post, salmon 2 years, 7 months ago

    This summer I grilled you salmon with lemon and butter and sea salt. I try to embrace this autumn, what was once my favorite season. Instead I long for citrus, for charcoal, for delicate pink underbelly flesh. Something fresh. Something caught. A time when supper was a casual and intimate event that could take place at ten o’clock at night and the…[Read more]

  • Melissa commented on the post, cabinet 2 years, 7 months ago

    My cabinets are messy. They mock me. Each time I open the cabinet doors, I get the message: There’s always something you haven’t done. You could always be better. Nothing in your life will ever quite fit.

  • Melissa commented on the post, middle 2 years, 7 months ago

    Growing up, I wished I was the middle child. In reality, I’m the oldest and only have one sibling. Some kids think the middle child is the forgotten child. I wanted to be out of the limelight. I wanted out of responsibility. I wanted my parents to not have the excuse, “Well, we didn’t know. We don’t know what’s normal. We’ve never done this before.”

  • Melissa commented on the post, merge 2 years, 7 months ago

    Traffic signs make me think of my husband–and not just because he’s a cop. Words like Stop. Or green lights. Or red lights. Or red and blue lights. Or Pedestrian Crossing. Or Falling Rocks. Words like Merge. How do you merge two lives together. Traffic laws are a lot like marriage.

  • Melissa commented on the post, bottle 2 years, 7 months ago

    You brought me back a Corona bottle. I was naive but in love with the person I thought you were. You brought it back from college spring break filled with Florida? Mexico? sand. I kept the bottle on my dresser. Every coarse, minuscule grain. I kept in there beside the dried roses until time allowed me to unlearn all I thought I knew.

  • Melissa commented on the post, painter 2 years, 7 months ago

    Grandma Mabel was a painter. I didn’t know she possessed this talent until she was dead. I found her paintings in a back bedroom. A vase of flowers. A bowl of fruit. Her husband in a boat on the river, bringing up a net of fish. This woman, this Mabel Elizabeth–my husband’s grandmother–was so much more than good fashion, good food, good manners.…[Read more]