Melisa Peterson Lewis
Sometimes I look through my life, and I can separate it by the darker times. When anxiety first took its firm hold in my late teens, it was a window into the dark days that lay ahead. The next was when I graduated college and was forced into the adult world. More recently and by... Continue Reading →
I used to treat my credit cards like an endless supply of free money. I would shop like it was a sport. At bars and restaurants, I never looked at the bill, I just tossed the card on the table. It led to a pretty nice life in my twenties, but then repairing the damage... Continue Reading →
A blank slate. I have read many writers fear a blank page, writers block, and the end of ideas. Being new at the writing game [like, a brand spanking new], I find the ideas are flowing faster than I can type. My thoughts rapidly fire, waking my fingers to action as they feverishly slap the... Continue Reading →
