Posts by melanie:
I had been in Sudan with the UN for several months now and my tour was coming to a close. By this point everything we did was routine and there was no thrill in the mystery of nature…or culture…or scenery. We were with the same people and the routine was, frankly, routine. On this day,...
My daughter asked, “Why do you write?” Truthfully, I thought, I don’t know why In all my grades, I could never get it right My creative mind was always dry I was a stutterer and words were hard Few took the time to listen I felt invisible, my psyche marred I was trapped inside and...
My parents still live in the same town that I grew up in, and were visiting my wife and I where we live in the Calgary area. Mom found some old pictures of me in summer camp as a kid and brought them, and she also found an old unopened letter, addressed to me from...
This is the first time I have shared this story....