Michaela Gallien
writing is my outlet to free my mind, relieve stress, and truly be creative. I hope to share strong messages and relatable captivating stories that impact a greater audience.
The Return Home
The estate seemed much larger than I remembered it. The emptiness of the fields made it appear to stretch for miles. Many years had gone by since I had stepped foot on the property. The house, which had held so much life, was still in the quiet of the early morning. At the garden's edge stood the grand barn. It appeared beaten and hauntingly empty. In the middle of the night, it sounded like it was calling out to me, beckoning me to once again open the doors and fill its insides with life. That was my father's job though, to keep the farm alive, the garden-fresh, and the barn full. I only returned after his recent passing to tend to some of his affairs. I had no interest in continuing his legacy at the farm, and I never did.
Michaela GallienPublished 10 days ago in Fiction
The Meeting
“Good morning everyone and welcome to our first meeting. Now we are all here because at one time or another we have struggled with one of the toughest ailments known to writers. Writer’s block. As a writer myself there have been many times I sat staring at a blank page with nothing coming to me. Other times I have had countless ideas that I ended up hating or not being able to make work in the long run. This is a safe space for us to talk and discuss some of the things that inhibit us from our passion. It is an opportunity to share your stories and hopefully find support in one another to get through it. I welcome you all, who would like to go first?”
Michaela GallienPublished 29 days ago in Fiction
New Year, A More Rested You
New year, new me. It's a cliche saying that we have all said at least once in our lives. At one time or another, we all had this crazy idea that within a year's time we could completely reinvent ourselves and our lives. One thing that remains true every year is it's an unachievable goal and we put way too much stress on ourselves trying to achieve it. Well, this new year I say no more! Instead of a new you this year, how about you strive for a more rested you? Here's how we can do that.
Michaela GallienPublished 29 days ago in Longevity
An Adult Letter to Santa
Dear Santa, I know I’ve been saying for a while that I will call, or text, or even write. Life has been so busy I haven't had the time to do any of those things, no matter how often I tell my children I will. Sometimes I think they try to keep me busy on purpose, so I don't have the opportunity to. I'm sure you can figure out why as you see everything. Now that I have a moment to myself, I figured it was time to truly reach out. There are just a few things I want to discuss with you, and I hope you take the time to consider them all. It really isn't anything major. I'm just making sure we are on the same page to ensure a fantastic holiday for everyone.
Michaela GallienPublished about a month ago in Fiction
Ugly As a Mother: Mom Guilt
Guilt can be an overbearing enemy some days. It washes over me randomly some days as I reflect on times I could’ve been better. My children know every button of mine to press, they know every nerve to get on, and they can’t help it and don’t always mean to. At the moment though, I forget, and because I forget I feel guilty.
Michaela GallienPublished about a month ago in Families
The 25 Days in Real Life
Day One It’s that time again! That elf has made its appearance and your creative holiday edge is in full swing. Your Pinterest board of ideas to keep the magic going for your kids is ready. You really feel like this year you’ll be more creative about moving it. Some of those ideas are a little redundant though, and you’re not sure you have all the items you need to be creative with. It’s the first day, you have time. Relax!
Michaela GallienPublished 2 months ago in Families
Some Days and Sometimes
Some days my mommy had so much energy she would play all day and almost all night with me. We would laugh together and sing, and she would take me to so many places. Those were some of my favorite days. On those days we would listen to music all day and during the night she would play it so loud that it would keep me up. The next day I would be really tired at school, and one time I accidentally fell asleep on the bus and missed my stop. That day my mommy yelled and I cried. She was mad because she was busy when she had to get me from the bus station. I don't sleep during bus rides anymore.
Michaela GallienPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
When the Last Leaf Falls
The brisk morning breeze sent fallen leaves chittering across the asphalt. I pulled the soft throw blanket further over my shoulders, holding it close to my chest to block the cold morning air. My slipper-covered foot rested on the porch as I rocked gently in my chair. I peered over the railing into the front yard and took in the view. The green grass had its tips painted with frost that glistened in the morning sun; many of the surrounding trees were missing a majority of their leaves; the air smelled of decomposing leaves and frost. I tightened my grip around my cup of tea to warm my fingertips.
Michaela GallienPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
