This one’s for the grandmas who quietly carry our history. In this episode, I share a tender memory of discovering a pink Mead notebook my Grandma Donna saved for decades—a notebook filled with poems and stories I wrote as a little girl. It’s not just about nostalgia. It’s about remembering the child I was, the dreams I had, and the quiet proof that I’ve always been a writer. I reflect on the power of holding on to our younger selves, how memory works when childhood trauma is part of the stor...
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This one’s for the grandmas who quietly carry our history. In this episode, I share a tender memory of discovering a pink Mead notebook my Grandma Donna saved for decades—a notebook filled with poems and stories I wrote as a little girl. It’s not just about nostalgia. It’s about remembering the child I was, the dreams I had, and the quiet proof that I’ve always been a writer. I reflect on the power of holding on to our younger selves, how memory works when childhood trauma is part of the stor...
Ep. 9 | Charlie, Magic, and the Love That Saved Me
Little Book of Confessions with Melissa May
12 minutes
3 months ago
Ep. 9 | Charlie, Magic, and the Love That Saved Me
In this heartfelt episode, Melissa opens up about the decade she spent with her dog Charlie—how he helped her break through anxiety, move across the country, and feel unconditional love for the first time. She reflects on the deep connection between pets and our healing, the unexpected friendship that blossomed through dog walks, and the recent loss of Magic, Charlie’s canine companion. This is a love story—between a girl and her dog, between grief and growth, and the four-legged angels that ...
Little Book of Confessions with Melissa May
This one’s for the grandmas who quietly carry our history. In this episode, I share a tender memory of discovering a pink Mead notebook my Grandma Donna saved for decades—a notebook filled with poems and stories I wrote as a little girl. It’s not just about nostalgia. It’s about remembering the child I was, the dreams I had, and the quiet proof that I’ve always been a writer. I reflect on the power of holding on to our younger selves, how memory works when childhood trauma is part of the stor...
