Author Archives: melissa
The first day of the rest of my life. Not to be dramatic, but– actually, in order to be very dramatic… My last day at work was December 31, 2015. I will spend 2016 working on a master’s degree, raising … Continue reading
Hahaha, no. I saw something on Pinterest the other day. Black text on white background that said “Let’s just be who we really are.” I also found a Nabakov quote: “My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.” It helps. I … Continue reading
I did the things I was supposed to do. I was dead set against induction, but I was only two days late so I didn’t have to fight that fight with the medical establishment. I declined the epidural. I declined … Continue reading
Every few months, especially in periods of mental dormancy, I start thinking about the way words used to make me feel. Magical combinations of words. It wasn’t a good feeling. It was like being wound up too tight with no … Continue reading
Belated. Happy happy.
The sunset on Naxos, a slideshow. Untitled from Jane Doe on Vimeo.