- September 28
- Mel Jones had her own column in a local newspaper at 15 and was determined that she would be the next Shakespeare or Tolkien. But probably Erma Bombeck. And then life intervened. She grew up, raised a family, and wrote everyday. Mel did her undergraduate work at The College of William and Mary, and graduate work at Virginia Commonwealth University, and Antioch University, Los Angeles. She holds degrees in History, English, Rhetoric, Literature, and Creative Writing (Nonfiction). Yes, she is overeducated. She has done extensive genealogical research, edited a now defunct literary journal, and taught children from kindergarten through college. She recently had an epiphany, if she sent her work out more, she would be published more. She’s working on that. Mel lives and writes on a small leisure farm west of Richmond, Virginia with her partner, parrots, and progeny.
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I started reading the Tarot before I was twenty. One of my favorite cards is The Fool. It can be interpreted in many ways—of course there’s face value: fool. But there are nuances.
Is he really a fool? Well, he is stepping off of a cliff without looking at the consequences—he… Read full post »
My horse, Saiga, turned thirty in May. Thirty is respectably old for a horse, very respectable. Like Bilbo-old respectable. He had begun to show his age. His hearing went first. He stopped responding to the whistling we used to call him. To get his attention, I’d have to walk all the… Read full post »
I got my first computer in 1982. It was a cute little thing, a Texas Instruments machine. I used a cassette player as a hard drive. I wanted a computer so that I could take better care of my poetry; so that I could store it someplace safely for all time.… Read full post »
I was showing a friend, a coworker, how to see houses on Google maps the other day. She was excited. We looked at her house in England, her children’s homes; one in the Northeast and one in Los Angeles. She kept coming back to a house she lived in, in England,… Read full post »
When Jamie was three, I took her and Nick to get their pictures taken at the Harborlight Mall in Weymouth. Olan Mills. Christmas pictures. Nick didn’t like being a baby and struggled against it at every turn. You can’t make me sleep. Or eat. Or be in a silly-snowsuit! I hate one-piec… Read full post »