If Eddie Murphy can come back and host Saturday Night Live after 35 years, I can get my ass on the laptop and start posting here again.

I intended last year to start writing stories that I needed to write down because my Dad, my paternal grandfather, and my paternal great grandmother all died of Alzheimer’s disease.  I’m slowly coming to the conclusion that I am going to need some reminding regarding who the hell I am when I get old.  So consider these posts letters to my old memory addled self.   I also just want to write more.  I like doing it and I want more practice in any writing that isn’t’ legal writing.    I cannot promise for certain whether these posts will be more expository or narrative.

I originally bought this domain and entitled this blog “Melissa Runs” because I actually did run in races with half marathons being my longest distance quite a bit and used this space to serve as a diary/brag book for those.   It has been several years since I have run a half marathon and would like to get back to doing that.  this is one of my “life goals” for 2020.  Sure let’s call it that.

Once upon a time, a wise and brazen man named Paul said my posts were little lagniappes to his busy week.   Paul was also prone to nonsense and prodigious flattery to women.   We’ll see.