Melissa Summers is a writer living just outside Detroit with her two kids, Max and Madison. She has a small skittish cat named Socks, she wears a tuxedo and a dog named Lucy who is afraid of cameras, loud voices and your kindly gesture to pet her.
She has been featured in The New York Times, the Chicago Tribune and The Detroit News, among others. She also went on the Today Show to tell America she thinks it's okay to have a glass of wine while your kids play together.
Her website, Suburban Bliss, has been around since 2003, when her children were quite a bit smaller and she was a lot less experienced at the whole mom gig. Things are a lot easier now.
Like most writers, she's more eloquent on paper than in person. She once engaged in a summer of therapy that entailed writing in a notebook and dropping it off with her therapist. It was surprisingly helpful.
She loves this website, though it has gotten her in trouble at times. Like that time she wrote some rather unflattering things about her in-laws. Or the time she told the Internet she thinks it's okay to have a glass of wine during a playdate. Turns out the Internet does not entirely agree.
Her daughter, Madison, is as chatty as ever, but has fortunately stopped swearing. Unfortunately, she can now spell swear words with alarming accuracy. This, one supposes, is progress. Madison adores surgery television dramas, rescue shows, and storm story shows. So you may want to reach for a magazine when she turns on the TV. She had lice late in 2004, and is still haunted by the memory. Rightfully so. If she ever borrows someone’s hat again, she’ll be emancipated right then and there. She won't, however, because it turns out she's very bright. Unsettlingly bright at times (please see aforementioned swear-word spelling bees).
Her son, Maxwell, has grown from a chronically constipated and seriously grumpy 2 year old to an exceptionally regular and mildly grumpy elementary schooler. As a tiny thing, he loved tutus and trucks with equal vigor, so the household joke was that he might be gay. That joke has less appeal since the New York Times quoted it and called it neurotic hand wringing. Nowadays, Max loves elephants and elephants with equal passion. Which is probably as much an indicator of his future sexuality as his early love of tutus and baby dolls. It’s actually the Liza Minelli and show tunes obsession that leaves his parents just slightly curious. Max has inherited his father’s robotic eyelashes, and is currently deciding whether to use them for good or evil.
Melissa loves her kids, because they are clearly quite loveable. She doesn't necessarily love parenting. Oh and the amount of talking it requires. And the public humiliation. Also, the guilt. But otherwise? Suburban Bliss.