Monday, March 16, 2015


I'd like to blog more. I don't know if I will. I feel a quiet in the blogging world that makes me sad. It feels like a place of nostalgia rather than a place that screams now, now. So, I figured I'd plant myself here, find my way back in, as urgently as I can, with a currently post. 


Tina Fey's latest, The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. I am trying to pace myself when it comes to this show. Even though I don't want to pace myself. I want to watch it all in one wonderful, hyper-color, fluorescent sitting. In the words of my own pithy twitter status, this show is everything. To elaborate: smart, charming, optimistic, positive, and, above all, hilarious. It makes me smile. It improves my mood. The world needs Kimmy Schmidt. We are lucky to have her.


We Are Not Ourselves by Matthew Thomas. After last year's mishap with my reading list, I decided to participate on Goodreads. If you want to know what I'm reading, I hope you'll join me there, here.  


To Sia. Podcasts, podcasts, and more podcasts. Death, Sex, & Money, The Longest Shortest Time, This American Life, Pop Culture Happy Hour... the list goes on and on. Little O's babble, a steady dadadada, tatatata, bababa chant. Long ago it was mamamama but, sigh, he's moved on. 


Cakes. Novels (I finished a first draft of a new book last week.) Essays. 


Restless. Ready. As I'll ever be. As I've been.


My revisions. And a weekend trip with one of my favorite friends, away from the little ones. 


Green things pushing through the dirt, past the winter we've had, letting themselves be known. Time with family and warm weather down South, where I spent the past few days among even more green, like the live oaks above, finally feeling, not cold. The moments when I'm alone, sitting, thinking, staring out a window or in the dark or tucked in bed and I think of Little O and something runs through me, from my toes to my chest. A love surge. 


  1. I love this post, Melissa. Sometimes it's nice just to catch up.
    I've been so bad at blogging, as I never know what to write about, except things I know will take hours and hours to formulate my thoughts about. So I just postpone instead of post. I should do something like this!

  2. I thought the photo was suspiciously Southern. I'm so glad you've had a chance to rest and rejuvenate. And congratulations on finishing a draft of a novel!

  3. I'm happy to see green life popping up, too. And yay for finishing a draft! Enjoy your weekend trip :)

  4. My family has been enjoying Kimmy Schmidt, too. We only watch it when all 4 of us are at home together, so that means we are moving through it slowly.

  5. I have not heard of thie Kimmy Schmidt. Hmmm . . . add to my to do list. And I love this post. I may copy you one of these Mondays. :) But I kind of agree. The Blogging world feels ghostly quiet, while twitter feels so loud I can barely thing when I'm on it. I miss the excitement and enthusiasm of the blogging world. Sigh.

  6. Down South? Near Charleston? And thanks for the Netflix rec. I've been in mourning since the end of Parenthood, which I began first by binge watching on Netflix until I caught up with real time. Re: blogging. I just read this post, and it echoes what I've been thinking about.

  7. I feel like more people want to read a quick line here or there on Facebook--but it so often stays at such a superficial level. I finally went on FB about two months ago, and it made me want to blog more--even if it is quieter.

    Also--read your newest post. Didn't realize you had a little redhead as well. Isn't it funny how if you have a redhead, people will come up to you EVERYWHERE and tell you long stories about their son, daughter, great-niece that was a redhead? I get such a kick out of it. Wondering if it happens to you even more in NYC.