Melissa Prescott
Bio
It's been a journey since winning the Journalism Honors Award in college over 20 years ago. And I did try my hand as a reporter, which unfortunately was an epic fail. But boy do I have some stories to tell from my 42 years of life.
Stories (2/0)
Date Gone Very Bad
When I’m around my friend Suja, I tend to make bad decisions. We were out one night shooting pool at a bar, and as usual, we attracted attention. Two single girls—one Asian and one Indian—who were actually good at the game playing alone are bound to catch a few men’s eyes.
By Melissa Prescott 6 years ago in Humans
My Friend E.D.
When I was a child, my step-sister was so severely anorexic she had destroyed some of her organs and lost the ability to have her own children. She and her husband had adopted a Korean boy, but shortly after he arrived, she ended up in a treatment center for eating disorders. At 5’5", she weighed only 85 pounds. After she recovered, I saw her and the toll anorexia had taken on her body. Pictures of her in her younger years showed a happy, long-haired beauty with rosy cheeks and a bright smile. Now, her hair was brittle and choppy, her skin pale, and with no smile to be seen. Something was odd about her back, like she was sort of hunched over. Even though she was in her thirties, she looked close to 50.
By Melissa Prescott 6 years ago in Psyche
