Confession. . . . I’m not exactly sure I like Christmas. Now, before you write me off and mail me a copy of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” you should know, it wasn’t always this way. When I was little, it was magical—full of twinkling lights, homemade gingerbread...read more
If only I could blame this on drugs…. I did it again. The overdramatic, squealing, overzealous, make a quiet person run like hell, conversation with a brand new friend.
Granted, there is a HUGE part of my personality that wants to be best friends with everybody. Well, maybe not everybody, but frighteningly close. And I’m generally a happy person. OK, not THAT happy, but you get my drift.
So, when I meet somebody I just know I’m going to adore, I feel like I’m back in first grade. The insecurity sets in and I turn into a freak of nature. A happy freak, but still…a freak. It took 30-something years to finally realize…read more
Tomorrow I will be one of the last to stand in an absurdly long line with a crowd of impatient strangers, exhausted from work and from the train wreck we’ve all watched for more days than we care to count. Despite the two main choices that will appear on that ballot...read more
I don’t know what name to tell you to choose when the curtain closes behind you at the ballot station, but I do know if we close our ears to the Holy Spirit and allow the curtain to muffle our consciences when it drops, we just may get what we have asked for.
In all the talk these past six months, in all the condescending comments we’ve been subjected to or maybe even directed towards others, have we ever once . . .read more
Smack in the middle of the land that surrounds my cottage is a tree that looks out of place amidst a sea of oak, pecan and pine trees. When I first moved in, I begged my Dad to take a timeout from his battle with the local squirrel population (that apparently has banded together to destroy his over a hundred pecan trees) and help me get rid of it.
I wanted it gone because 1) the tree was ugly, 2) we couldn’t figure out what it was to save our lives, and 3) it was blocking part of the treasured view from my living room.
I lost the fight on that one. Dad sided with the tree.read more
Beets. For some reason I’ve suddenly developed an affinity for this food I don’t know whether to call a vegetable or a fruit. Assuming a vegetable, because they’re not really good enough to be called a fruit.
So why a picture of beets? Because for the last 2 months I’ve made my own sushi. First, because I loved the taste of fresh organic avocado, with mango, cilantro, & salmon. Then, because I could not stand long enough to juice, to cook, to do anything that kept me on my feet for more than a few minutes. So sushi it was.
The mysterious “episodes” that started last year, had progressed to the point…read more
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hi! My name is Melanie and I’m so glad you stopped by at this little blog in the making. I’m a native Texan now living in the hills of Tennessee. I love Jesus, have a terrible habit of hugging perfect strangers, and somehow ended up as a “Mom” to two bunnies instead of a dog. I’m also a writer with two or three books always in the works. Now if I could just finish one of them….