Melissa Westemeier

This strange summer I have worn down a path moving through my daily routine. Kitchen to make coffee. Library to write. Garden to pull wee...

This quiet summer means I get to swim nearly every day. In order, my strokes of preference are: back stroke (my best and fastest), breast...

Last summer an idea for a story squeaked around the edges of my brain and I articulated it to my writing group. "Possibly my next book pr...

Long-time followers and friends know about Mr. D's strange proclivity for acquiring critters. He's responsible for one of our stray cats ...

It's human nature to pull in tighter when we feel fear. Instinct makes us curl in to protect ourselves from a punch, we wrap ourselves ar...

This pandemic has revealed a few sobering truths to me. That's bound to happen when isolated with your own thoughts, there's no distracti...

A few early reviews of my new book have come in and they are very flattering (special shout-out to Musings of a Bookworm!). Thank you to ...

It's strange to share a bed with someone while they read the book I wrote. I can't focus on my own book because my gaze keeps moving over...

While pushing out my new book and keeping up with teaching online, I've enjoyed some pretty eclectic reading in my spare time. Most peopl...

My new book will be available April 1st! It's been printed and shipped and you can hold a copy in your hands in just a few short days! Am...

Today the Creative Writing Club I advise at school met. We're focusing on developing voice in our writing this year and over Christmas br...

a Christmas escape

cover reveal for Through the Channel!

The world learned yesterday about Toni Morrison's death. Tayari Jones shared her thoughts about Toni Morrison's contributions on NPR, and...

Remember this old commercial? Years ago I had a wonderful strawberry patch in a raised bed in our front yard. The berries were dependably...

A week ago I foolishly raised my hopes that we'd get a snow day. I let the prospect of a free day sink giddily into my heart and I starte...

It's the best holiday tomorrow, a combination of eating well and counting one's blessings. I give thanks every day, God has given me a lo...

I hate to post this, my heart is torn. You see, we went to Belize this summer and it was marvelous. Warm, friendly people who express so ...

I'm starting my morning writing with my middle son lying at my feet. He's sleeping everywhere these days, partly because he's given up hi...

If you attended UntitledTown, you probably were privy to a conversation happening on the sidelines--what kind of writer are you? A "pants...