Melisa Peterson Lewis
I answered the phone and could tell something horrible had happened. My mom had a steady voice, calm, and monotone like. She said, “Mary. Your father passed away sometime last night. I found him in his chair this mornin. The lord has taken him home.” Words failed me, as a shrill wave of panic gushed... Continue Reading →
I had a tremendously wonderful childhood, a huge contributor of this was my mom. She was an adventure seeker, we’d pack some French bread, cheese, and pepperoni, and hit the road for the day. The destination may have been planned to an extent, but the way home would often be a wandering one. Mom would... Continue Reading →
I feel like Stretch Armstrong every second of every day. His face says: I am super tough; I can handle anything. Go ahead, pull me in different directions. My arms will hold back any charging front and my legs allow me flexibility to be in more than one place at a time. Hit me with... Continue Reading →
I’m trying to get ahead, when in actuality I’m running full force just trying to keep up. The list of “to do” items runs long, like around the planet more than once kind of long. My birthday is one week away, it’s not a milestone birthday and but I do have some fun plans. I... Continue Reading →
Friendship ain’t just claspin' hands and saying howdy-doo. Friendship grips a fellers heart and warms him through and through. – unknown Hung on the wall of my childhood bathroom was this little frame and a picture of me and my sisters. We were all under the age of six, wearing nothing more than homemade shorts... Continue Reading →
