Melisa Peterson Lewis
Small hands powdered with dirt, cupped the baby bird. The half-naked animal’s bones rolled around, unable to brace itself in her shifting grip. Her sisters became anxious with each wobble. “Poppy! Don’t squeeze it, you’ll hurt him!” Stella cried, imagining that Poppy’s fingers were squeezing the new treasure, and she wanted a turn; a chance to... Continue Reading →
I am a summer girl. I love the heat and sunshine. There is no better feeling than to have my bones warmed from the inside out. Once winter hits I kneel to the weathers brutal effects on my body and mind. I know I will be cold until summer and I know the lack of... 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 →
It is officially summer break and I am home full time with a 1, 3, and 6-year-old. Overwhelmed? Hell yes. My son (the 6-year-old) moaned that he didn’t know what to do and was bored for about an hour straight. Meanwhile I hurled ideas at him only to be met with the eye roll and... 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 →
