It’s been weeks now, maybe months. I wake up in the dark, at two or three, and I lay. I listen to creaks of the house. I stare at the ceiling, watch the slice of light from the street lamps that comes in-between the cracks… Read More
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All posts by “Simply Mella”
Letters to My Daughter: Sexy
I’m not sure where the word came from. I don’t know where you first heard it, or how you came to incorporate it into your vocabulary, without fully understanding it’s meaning. But, it’s there. You strike a pose in front of your friend and have… Read More
On Spending An Afternoon With Thrive Outdoors & TAG
It’s late Friday afternoon and I’m sitting in a lounge at the UUC church on Union Street in Manchester, NH. The room is eclectic, decorated with congregational signage, rainbow flag pennants, a string of silver owls on twine, mismatched pottery on shelves. There’s a shiny… Read More
In Lieu of Superfluous Apologies…A Year of Acceptance
This started as a rainy Sunday afternoon post, written while I’m feeling tired and not well, and psyching myself up for a twelve-hour night without Vinnie. He’ll be gone before dinner and home just as the children are unfolding themselves from their blankets and beginning their… Read More
When Goodbye…
I think this is where we were for Kaleb, I said to Vinnie as we walked into the parlor. Was it the same for Pepere, too? We’ve done this walk before, as a family, too many times in our recent years. Things are blurring together in my… Read More
The Choices We Make, The Roads We Take
Sometime in the frozen tundra of last winter – way, way back in a Once Upon a Time land, where I waited by the window for my husband to come home from work and had anxiety over babysitting arrangements for each and every wedding or… Read More
Art and Outtakes and Living Big, Messy, Passionate Lives
We watched a slideshow of old photographs for Lila’s birthday. Pixelated, not entirely crisp or even well-seen pictures, all blown up for closer inspection on our big screen television. Close-ups of messy Popsicles in the fists of toddlers, boring pictures of kids perched atop park slides, so… Read More
Letters to my Daughter: All Saints
You held my hand last night, Trick or Treating. It wasn’t the clinging, hold-me-please, grip of your sister’s four-year-old hand. And, it wasn’t the don’t-forget-that-I-love-you-Mama, squeeze of Asher. It was a simple sliding of your palm against mine as we walked briskly through the dark, together.… Read More
Because, I’m Happy…
Running yesterday, I made eye contact with a person on the sidewalk. You look happy to be running on this beautiful day, she said. And I realized, I had been smiling. Not at her, and certainly not at running, but just in general, as I… Read More
One Year
It’s an old story, stop me if you’ve heard it before. Two thirty-something moms stop for a drink on their way home from grocery shopping on a winter’s eve. They sit at the bar, at the only available seats, and are chatted up by an… Read More
The Frozen Moon 