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It was fourteen years ago today that my dad died. I remember that day like it was yesterday, watching him take his last breath, and then sitting alone with his body until the funeral director came and got him. But today, I remember something he said to me in a conversation we had sometime in the years after my mother died: “I choose to remember the good.” My dad and I were talking about grief,…

Narrator: Welcome back to Michele’s Brain. Today we’re going to talk about Anxiety. She’s not a monstrous bitch like RSD but she’s in the backseat along with RSD. Anxiety: Hi, it’s me, I’m the problem.ADHD Side: Hey, I thought that was my line. Anxiety: Sorry, I didn’t mean to use that if you didn’t want me to. ADHD: No, it’s okay. It’s not my line either because I got it from the Taylor Swift…

(taps mic, clears throat) “Is this thing on? Okay, welcome to My Brain. Today, I want to explain how my brain works and why it is so damn hard for me to get my shit together. My brain, like every human brain is basically divided into two sides. My two sides are Autistic and ADHD (attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder) and in between lives a very ugly bitch known as RSD (rejection sensitivity…

This afternoon, the office of former President Joesph Biden announced he has prostate cancer and that it has metastasized and though prostate cancer is highly treatable, seeing the word ‘metastasized’ has broken my heart and made me pray hard for a full and speedy recovery. In the last few weeks, there have been news reports about President’s supposed mental decline while he was President. And…

RSD is knows as ‘Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria) is associated with ADHD (attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder) and autism. It can be described as a hypersensitivity to real, and or perceived rejection. It’s not officially recognized as an actual mental health disorder in the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual) but there is an increasing awareness of it. Here is a link to a discussion…

Yesterday I began my fifty-second journey around the sun. I spent most of it on the road because I need money and that’s how I earn money right now. My riders were awesome as always and I dealt with the fact that Friday is ‘Drive Like a Real Idiot’ day on the road (because Friday afternoons are when I see the worst driving- it’s like people rip their brains out of their skulls and run over them…

Today is Mother’s Day here in the United States and this isn’t just about my mother of course, but about women who put aside things they want to do simply because they don’t want to ‘disappoint’ someone. But women are now saying ‘fuck that shit’ and disappointing people left and right and doing what they want to do, and most of all, they’re walking away and staying away from bad shit, like bad…

First, if you read this and feel compelled to come at me in a hand-wringing, over-protective way, save it. I am a cranky middle-aged woman who can more than handle herself and any idiot who decides to be ignorant, stupid, or just an asshole. In nine years on the road, I have been asked if I’ve ever wanted to toss someone out of my car. Just one time which led to an informal ban on passengers in…

Yes, I know it’s been a while since I’ve cranked out a blog entry though I’m grateful it hasn’t made traffic slack off to my website here (thanks to all my visitors and readers, and fuck you to any AI scrapping, too). Between my resurgent perimenopause, spring allergies, wonky weather and all the accompanying joint pain and fatigue, I’ve gone into overload, then shut down, and now I’m back yet…

This morning I asked myself, “Why do I have to feel like shit about myself?” Answer: I don’t. So why did that question come to my mind in the first place? Because yesterday I asked myself another question, and that response turned into the latest attempt at an introduction to my book ‘Uber Tales: Stories and Thoughts From the Road’. The question I asked was, “How do I put nine years on the…

AI is doing this AI is taking over that AI is going to wipe us all out It seems all you hear about AI is that AI is taking over, has taken over, and there is nothing us dumb-ass humans can do about it. Well, us dumb-ass humans invented this technology so it’s sloppy and imperfect and sooner or later, bound to fuck things up like it already has, and just like us real flesh-and-blood humans…

I wrote this poem in response to the devastating report from CNN about a website that has been referred to as a ‘rape academy’. This is a very graphic and deeply disturbing report on a website where men shared videos of women being drugged and raped along with instructions on how to drug a woman and film them. In February of this year, in one month alone, the site had sixty-two million views.…

I have said for many years the Universe has a sense of humor, especially when it comes to me. Case in point: Yesterday morning when I woke up at o’dark thirty, I said, “I have a feeling something shitty is going to happen to me today. As long as it’s not to with my car, I’ll be okay.” Well, the Universe took this as a challenge and after a consult with the Goddess, decided I should start having…

Yesterday I wrote this stanza in my poem, ‘The Poetic Muse’: Sometimes she storms into the room Furious with rage Raging against something she read online Heard on the news Or saw in the world She paces the room with angry energy Biting the words out As I write them down in matching fury Her rage and mine sync up perfectly Both of us angry and so frustrated At what is painfully obvious…

In honor of National Poetry Month 2026, a new poem about my poetic muse. Poem – My Poetic Muse – pdfDownload

If you ask the question, why do this? Then my answer will depend on where you’re asking it from. First, if you’re asking me from the ground you’re laying on because you’ve had the shit kicked out of you, then I’ll help you up and tell you that you won’t find your answers on the ground. I will tell you I understand what it feels like to feel waves of pain in your body, and in your mind, and to…

This is a poem I wrote in honor of the first #NOKINGS protest last year, and I’m posting it for today’s #NOKINGS rallies around the United States. Poem – There Are No Kings in America – pdfDownload