Melissa Sarno

I’ve missed this space in recent months. I miss how it fills me up and allow me to share my words/myself and meet so many amazing readers and writers. This is the only place I can share my words, who I am, and who I wish to be without harsh judgement. Maybe others judge in private, in which case, that is fine with me. They move on. They stop reading. I never know. Though it has never happened to me, some might judge in public. And if they did, I would simply delete their hars

I found this miniature Brooklyn Bridge along the sidewalk yesterday. It made me happy to stand above it and look down.

For me, it’s not about the new year but September. September is when I begin again and make a fresh start. In the northeast the school year begins after labor day and, when I was a girl, new things came with that start: a new teacher, a first day of school outfit, a new book bag, and blue-lined notebook pages, blank and ready and eager. We’d rearrange our desks in a new classroom and, with the new set up, our friendships would adjust themselves accordingly. I’d find myself in