Roller derby love – we need your help!

I need your help.

For those of you who have read my blog at all, you know that since I moved to Washington I’ve struggled to make friends. It’s just not something I’m good at. Last May I joined a roller derby league. I’ve never been an active person, I’ve never been on a team, never played a sport.
It was an entirely spontaneous decision. And I can’t express to you how happy it made me.

I skate three times a week with strong, intelligent, fearless women, who encourage me and serve as an example of the bad-assery I hope to achieve. (It’s a word. I promise.)
Playing roller derby is the best decision I’ve made since moving to Washington. It keeps me active – I am constantly surprised at how amazing my body is, which makes my self confidence sky rocket – and it surrounds me with friends. This sport and these people are the best part of my week.

Now. We are the only (as far as I know) league in our area that have our own practice space where we can hold bouts – complete with locker rooms and concessions and a beer garden.
And we might lose it. We are struggling to bring in what it takes to keep our Skateway up and running. The thought of losing our facility breaks my heart, this is the only derby home I’ve ever known.

We have two fundraisers, for 20.96 you can purchase a fucking snazzy-ass t-shirt here

(Pretty cool, designed by our own rollergirl, Classless Chaps)

If you don’t want to spend that much, or don’t want a t-shirt, we have a GoFundMe campaign. And trust me- EVERYTHING helps. Two, five, ten dollars. EVERYTHING.

This is me, Mellory Noelle, begging you to help us save our Skateway. We need you.

Xx Mell


Today, this feels like home.

I spent most of my first few months up here in Washington incredibly depressed. At first I wallowed in my home-sickness, and all I wanted to do was go back to Utah and my old life — even though the very thought made me want to start crying all over again. I went from there to spending a lot of time inside my head, running circles around every thought or idea I had until I was dizzy and wished I could just turn my brain off, but learning a lot about myself in the process. About what I wanted, where I wanted to be, and why I wasn’t happy. Slowly, I became okay with things. Just okay. It was what it was, and I wasn’t going to let it get me down anymore. When I started working at Panera I was happy just be working with people again. Slowly things have started getting better, and I don’t know if it’s because my perspective has changed, because my life is changing, or a mixture of both. I do know I’m happier now than I’ve been in a long time, and not that ‘happy but waiting for it to end’ kind of happy. I feel like I’m truly happy. I am here, this is now, and I’m enjoying the moment.

We had a birthday at work a few days ago. I don’t really know the guy very well, but he’s nice to me, and he’s funny. Someone had bought him a cheesecake from the grocery store, and we all gathered in the back and surprised him with it while singing ‘happy birthday’ to him. Everyone was smiling, and in that moment, in those eleven seconds that it took us to sing to him, this felt like home.

After we sang, everyone dispersed and went back to work, but that stuck with me for some reason. It was a moment of unity and love. I felt like I was part of something, and it meant a lot to me. It’s something I haven’t felt since I moved up here, and I didn’t even realize how much I missed it.