Melisa Peterson Lewis
My garden is so neglected. I'm a stay home mom trying to write a novel and pump life into a fairly large garden. It's impossible. Every year I tell myself I'm going to get ahead of the game and be prepared for planting, weeding, erecting supports, throwing down straw, getting my defenses ready for pest... Continue Reading →
Let’s start with the fact that you are all saying Momo wrong. It’s not actually a name at all. I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s back up. My former name is Jennifer, just like 1.5 million people in the world at this very moment. I prefer the full name, Jennifer, not Jenny, Jen, or Jay.... Continue Reading →
I’m a grown woman who has faced her fair share of ups and downs. Things have scared me to the core, both physical and mental. I have survived the toddler years of two children so far, yet nothing is harder and more terrifying than facing my current two-year-old daughter during one of her epic tantrums.... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a choice but to eat this life shoved down my throat. I’m expected to smile and say thank you, while the dry shards of existence stick to my throat choking and threatening not to go down. There was a point over a decade ago I kept telling myself... Continue Reading →
When summer first begins I can’t wait to toss aside my sweaters and boots. Shorts, tank tops, and flip-flops are a welcome change. I rejoice in the idea of getting outside more. Snow and ice are traded in for sunshine and evening thunderstorms. There is something peaceful about falling asleep to a thunderstorm rolling in.... Continue Reading →
