Melisa Peterson Lewis
Every year I try something new. During the fall I put garlic in the ground and wanted to update you on its growth. Currently, I have 3-inch stalks popping up through the frosty wet ground. I think it's pretty amazing that something will grow over the winter. This spring I pull them up to see... Continue Reading →
Fair warning. This is a little stupid, but winter has me feeling like a caged animal. Poetry isn't really my thing, and that includes reading it and writing it. I have no idea why I wrote this. Maybe because winter is making me a little mad? Coldness seeps into my bone I fall into a... Continue Reading →
It was Saturday and my husband wanted to go to the gym. While I do enjoy the rubber and antibacterial smell of the gray cold gym, I would much rather get my exercise outside. I hate running, so I do other things. Today it was 35 F degrees, no wind, and light snow from last... Continue Reading →
Therapy is once every three to four weeks unless I need a little extra time to vent and purge. Recently there have been a few weeks that caused additional stress and angst, that said I didn’t really have any topics I wanted to discuss, or so I thought. Things are good since I took the... Continue Reading →
Perhaps the way I defined this curse mislead me, and until now I thought I couldn’t get writer's block. I had always envisioned a writer scooting their chair up to a desk; fingers cracked and tugged on, a computer flashing to life, then the writer freezes, hovering above the keyboard, blank stare, hollow inside. Sometimes... Continue Reading →
