“Hi, Melissa! I need to tell you something,” the baseball coach’s wife said with a smile as she clanked her knees while walking the metal tightrope of the bleachers to get to me. Uh oh.
“Saylor.” A lightning bolt struck my spine. I know that “voice.” As I eyed my pathetic little blog this morning, I scrolled to the bottom of my most recent post, “Just Write,” and there I
So far, this little project of daily blogging has been nightmarish. I signed up on a whim to do it, and I knew if I signed my name I’d have to stick to it. That’s
“I already know what I’m getting on my report card,” J said. “And?” “Mom, I got three B’s.” “Excuse me? You got what?” I was cooking a late dinner in the kitchen and felt my
1. I’m not here to promote any business; I just want to write. I live a pretty fantastic life, so why not document it? 2. I think my son is (and two stepsons are) so
Man, it’s tough to see people happy, isn’t it? Well, no. Actually, it isn’t. I love to see people happy. Genuinely happy. But recently, I’ve seen and heard so many miserable people try to break
I love a challenge. I also love to take chances. Planning is a good thing — for other people. Not for me. I’m a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl. Or maybe I’m petrified of commitment. Whatever