Melisa Peterson Lewis
I dig my hands into the dirt and plant a garden. I sit at my keyboard and let a storyline drum through my head until it finds its way to the screen. I expose my weaknesses and fears so I can overcome obstacles that once were. I share my triumphs because I want to be... Continue Reading →
I’m between sizes in both shoes and clothing. I feel like it’s always been this way. The smaller size squeezes my internal organs, yet the bigger size doesn’t hug me like a familiar friend either. I stare at my closet and often think, No, No, No, Maybe?, No, I have nothing to wear! Nothing fits... Continue Reading →
