All posts by “Simply Mella

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The Speed of Metaphors

Ten years ago I wrote that my daughter was a river: My daughter is a river. She is whitewater and I am a canoe, struggling to stay upright. I can’t let the speed, the turns, or the swirling caps of white foam drag me under. My daughter… Read More

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Ready

I once had a nearly completed novel about a twenty-seven-year-old, leaving her job on a whim and finding herself out in Eastern Europe. It was perfectly fine, a novel that I had begun when I was fresh out of college and applying to Master’s programs.… Read More

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Reset

I woke up at four-thirty AM, with an Evaline petting my face and her leg draped over my hip. Along with repeatedly nudging her off and away from me, as the radiator hissed and filled our bedroom with so-much-heat that I couldn’t uncover enough to… Read More

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Broke

It’s a gray Monday after a weekend (after a week…two weeks…a whole summer of weeks) of busyness and exhaustion. We have been slowly going through some school testing with Evaline, and this morning, as I have been replying to client emails, sending out gallery links,… Read More