Mostly Michelle Marie

Bringing Inside Thoughts Out

  • I Love You Like Meat Loves Salt

    My very first acting role was in first grade of a Catholic school in the early 70’s (you can do the math, it’s fine) at the Christmas Nativity scene play, where I played the role of Jesus’ mom, Mary. During rehearsals for the play, we had a plain little baby doll of no particular sex… Read more

  • Waiting for Bliss – Practicing the Lost Art of Delayed Gratification

    “Success is sweet and sweeter if long delayed and gotten through many struggles and defeats.” -Amos Bronson Alcott I have long struggled with impulse control; that need for immediate gratification and instant reward the moment the task has been completed. I had thought of this as a personality trait and nothing more until recently. Someone… Read more

  • Grace After the Fire; A Story of Redemption, Recovery and the Healing Power of Laughter

    My thoughts on the story of Brett Butler, star of Grace Under Fire and one of my very favorite stand up comics, telling it like it is straight from the lips of a legit Southern Belle, born and raised in the South. She may have left the South, but it never left her. Unnecessary disclaimer:… Read more

  • Comfortably Dumb

    Most of you know that I have a very hate/hate relationship with traffic and specifically, people in their cars doing absolutely everything EXCEPT driving. If it’s not the ever-present cell phone or various screens of various sizes channeling varieties of nonsensical bullshit and self-serving, narcissistic narcotics to the masses, it’s some other stupid thing. It’s… Read more

  • A Tough Love Letter to Me, Myself and I from Me, Myself & I

    I have been struggling with a wide variety of issues, both imagined (things that MIGHT happen and things that MIGHT NOT) and real, that have caused me to slowly lull myself into a state of self-pity, depression and endless scrolling on social media, as if the answer is hidden there, although I know it isn’t.… Read more

  • Letting Go to Hold On

    I’m a collector of sorts; I collect teeny, tiny versions of things like mini jam jars, any sort of container or tin, miniature gnomes and cats and unicorns as well as books I swear I’ll read at some point, photos of moments lost in time and stories of all manner and source. Oh – and… Read more

  • Celebrating My Mom, the Lion

    My mother will be remembered for a great many things; having seven children and not drinking, smoking or sinning (in the more enjoyable vices such as sex, wild abandon and unconventional thinking) in any scandalous or salacious manner. She was a woman of faith, which both saved her life and nearly destroyed her. She was… Read more

  • My Heroes Have Always Been Weirdos

    I have never been a fan of the conformist, the bland and the banal. I have been a secret admirer of those who live their lives with the sound on, full blast and an energy so bright, they are a symphony in sight. They are as magnificent as peacocks, they are the most beautiful and… Read more

  • Time, Trauma and Treatment

    After a lifetime of struggling with bipolar disorder, trauma, shame and secrecy, I have found the light. THERAPY! Read more

  • Once More – Back to Rehab – Take 4

    ‘”Tis a lesson you should heed, try, try again. If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try again. Then your courage should appear, for if you will persevere, you will conquer, never fear, try, try, try again…” -from A Selection of Hymns and Poetry for the Use of Infant Schools and Nurseries, 1838 They… Read more