Sometimes, my sister Jill Michele Melean would give my dolls Ziggy Stardust haircuts just to change what was happening in the room, especially if it was unpleasant.Continue reading Born to Laugh
Here’s to laughter. Plus, my sister and some other really awesome comedians along with a determined filmmaker are working night and day to make this happen. Check it out and become a part of it before it ends. https://www.seedandspark.com/studio/this-is-meg#wishlist
When she made me laugh right in the middle of a full-on breakdown, sending salty snot flying from my nose, I knew my sister was my hero. The first time I saw her perform standup, it left me not just laughing but gaping in awe of her ability to hurtle a crowd into fits ofContinue reading Woman of Steel Uses Comedy as a Weapon
Rolling your eyes at your mother seems a rite of passage for most girls. My daughter rolled her eyes so much lately that I finally rolled mine back at her. Of course, I was extra dramatic about it. I rolled my eyes up with an extended flutter to emphasize the severity of only the whiteContinue reading You’re only as good as your enemy. That would be you, mom.
“Chaser, run faster,” my coach had always said with his whistle ready to blow it whenever he pleased. I was running fast, just not fast enough, at least that’s what Coach thought. I could never please him and I hated him for that. I also hated him because my last name was Chesser, which IContinue reading Chaser, Run Faster
Since Saturday, I’ve been upset and I didn’t want to write about it because I knew it would’ve been unfocused. I also don’t want this to be a place for readers to have to endure endless rants. So, I’ve been reading fellow writers’ posts while attempting to sedate the anger I still feel. But, asContinue reading Wild Women and Mad Men: Bite the Change
An obsession always begins with something small. His was very small and he was really, or at least it seemed so at the time, the only one who noticed it. “There, right there, don’t you see it?” he would point and yell whenever he saw the man whom I revered. I would look at it,Continue reading Obama and the Mole
Pain and laughter often go together. Almost simultaneously after a terrible argument, people laugh. If they don’t, they either continue with more pain or separate from each other, sometimes for good. I had a friend who, when confronted with difficult situations, laughed hysterically. I always hated it because she did it too much. She neverContinue reading Pain and Laughter Unite Us