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About me - Melinda Mcmillan

I am a new mother of a 7 month old daughter. And when I can not sleep at night, I find myself picking up a pencil and paper. Most of my best writings is about my daughter or silly dreams that I have.
If I am not writing you will find me crochet or painting.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Angels: 30 of 242

Four angels were given to my mom on her birthday. Each angel was a representation of her four children. Here are four angels, to remind you of us children. How perfect, and flawless we are Winter angel is to repentant me. With my calmness, coolness and stubborn mind. I will always be near you. Never far away Spring angel is ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Dreams: 6 of 29

The world is spinning uncontrollable. Distant cries of voices in need. Darkness covers my body like a blanket. I try to gain control of my body. I want to stop swaying back and forth. Focus... that is all that I have to do. I hear the crying of a woman, "why my boy?". Bodies of the old and young, scatter the land and water. ...
Health & Fitness > Brain & Nerve Conditions Multiple sclerosis symptoms: 3 of 6

Multiple Sclerosis (MS) I would like to educate you on Multiple Sclerosis. This is one of the most hardest thing that a person could live with. It's hard for the person who has it, and also for the family to except. I have had to do three years of hunting to get where I am today. My goal is to pass on this information, in th...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Living with depression: 90 of 166

Depression....we have all heard of the word. We have all at one point in time have felt depressed or low. Though, what makes depression different from feeling depressed or low? To understand that question you have to understand of the following: Have knowledge of the different types of depressive disorders, and understanding...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Family memories: 89 of 116

Sitting on the couch, doing my crocheting. I glance up for a second. Giggles and babbling is what I hear with a tinny little head that barely comes over the coffee table. Back to my work, a couple more rows and I glance up again. There is no noise, coming from my daughter. Two small hands are on the table, with two blue eyes...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coffee: 89 of 108

With only three hours of sleep, an infant to care for. COFFEE! I don't want tea, not hot chocolate, water is not for me. COFFEE! I want it strong, not mild, or weak. COFFEE! The largest mug in the house, DD made with milk. UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...COFFEE!