Have you ever experienced hiraeth?
I said in the previous MMM that we were coming up on a few anniversaries in my life. The first was on the 7th and I touched on it in my latest post, on the 8th. I lost my best friend in all the world two years ago, to them walking out of my life. … Continue reading Mel’s Monday Musings: February 11, 2019
I have one of those faces. Well, no, it's probably not my face, since I don't always wear a friendly expression and tend to get lost in thought a lot, even in public. There's something about me, though, that induces complete strangers to come up to me in public places (including restrooms) and ask my … Continue reading Mango Lady
What is the most powerful sentence in existence?
Thanks to Facebook's "On This Day" feature, it was brought to my attention that my latest ink is a year old today. [Clearly it's time for something new!] It's been quite a conversation-starter, this particular tattoo. It's just line work, but it's different enough to make people stop and ask, "What is that? What does … Continue reading Happy Birthday to…my Ink?
When I was in second grade (back when dinosaurs still roamed the earth), our report cards were handwritten. There was a nice long section on the back for comments from the teacher -- none of this comment-by-number computerized mess. I always received glowing praise about my "sunny disposition" or my good grades -- except one … Continue reading What Optimism Isn’t
I was going to write about this topic even before the despicable events of Charlottesville, VA. Now it feels even more timely and relevant. I freak out about spiders and jellyfish, but my greatest fear has nothing to do with creepy-crawlies or stinging sea critters. I call it "Born-raised-lived-died." Born-raised-lived-died is the unfortunate tendency, easily … Continue reading Born-Raised-Lived-Died: My Greatest Fear
As most of y'all know, my grandfather died in late January (we were very close). Two and a half weeks later, one of my longtime closest friends abruptly terminated our friendship and all contact (it wasn't as sudden for them as it felt to me, but that's not my story to tell and, frankly, I … Continue reading Healing, aka The Life You Have
The first letter I ever wrote (and mailed) was two lines of pencil scrawls on one of those gray papers with red and blue lines on it, the kind for children just learning to write. I think it consisted of, "Hi. How are you? I am fine. Love you, bye," and I was the proudest … Continue reading The Last Letter