Melly Was Here

wife, mother, teacher, runner, writer, lover, fighter


I love New Year’s Day.  I love new beginnings.  Starting fresh.  I always make resolutions.  Sometimes, I keep them and sometimes I totally forget about them by January 5th.

In the past, I’ve heard of people choosing a word for the year.  A word that sums up what the year’s goals will look like.

I love words.  They are powerful.

I’ve had a wooden statue of the word, “Hope,” in my bathroom window for years.  Having a child with autism and strongly believing that autism is treatable, hope is a big word for me.

I call Lance my rock. Rock: strong, unbreakable, something to hold on to when the waves are crashing around you and threatening to pull you under.

I have chosen the word, “focus.”  The verb.


The Webster’s definition:



: to cause (something, such as attention) to be directed at something specific

: to direct your attention or effort at something specific

: to adjust (something, such as a lens or a camera) to make an image clear

I need to focus. To direct my attention and effort.  To make an image clear.  On Lance (bowchickawowwow), the boys (always), my job (what’s the next step for me?  Graduate school, maybe?).   I need to focus on getting this house purged and organized and maybe ready to sell (ack!).  I need to focus on my running (600 miles in 2014.  Oh, uh huh, that’s what I said).  And, I really need to focus on my writing.  I miss it.  And it’s time to stop thinking about it.  I need to focus – FOCUS – and get it done.

I’ve got a few friends who are joining me.  What about you?  Want to play? What’s your word and why?  Tell me!


Believing I Had Supernatural Powers, I Slammed Into A Brickwall

Hmmm, well, here I am halfway through the month of October and only a few posts behind on the Ultimate Blog Challenge.  And, it seems I have hit a wall.  For two days, I’ve sat here in front of the computer and can’t think of anything to write!


What?  That’s all I’ve got?  No! I refuse to believe that!

Focus!  I need to focus!




Ugh.  See?  Nothing. Nada.

I’m just going to write the first thing that comes to mind.

Ok, here goes:

I like Fridays. 

Not bad.  True, but kind of boring.

I’ll try again.

I love Fridays and all they represent. 

Um, no.

There’s something about Fridays, full of anticipation. 


Something about Friday night…

Friday nights…

Ugh. WHAT about Friday night!  What?

Maybe I should write about Tuesday night.

Melly: 0

Brick Wall: 1