Melody Hoag
Bio
Full time librarian with part time writer aspirations.
Stories (13/0)
For Aubrey
This story is actually a bit of a cheat. I have two mothers; my mother, Pam, and my stepmother, Barb. My relationships with them are a bit complicated, a little telenovel with a splash of Gilmore Girls, so instead, this story is about the lesson my daughter taught me.
By Melody Hoag3 years ago in Families
Wishes
Mr. Eckert came into the diner each morning at exactly 6:30, sat in the booth closest to the kitchen, and by 6:40 had finished his first cup of coffee and patted Meg on the butt twice. By 6:45 each day, Meg would have told him to knock it off. Some days politely. This Monday morning, she was less than polite.
By Melody Hoag3 years ago in Criminal
It is only a difference of tint
You think the evil, and the holiest, are not people. That Stalin and Manson are monsters, that Ghandi and Princess Di are angels, whilst all are people, So Stalin, and Princess Di and I am on the same sliding scale. It is just a difference of degree.
By Melody Hoag3 years ago in Poets