An award-winning author and professional dreamer....Michelle Devon lives on the southern Gulf Coast of Texas with five amazing parrots, and a very tolerant cat. http://michelledevon.com
To The Man in the Blue Truck
When I accidentally blew through a red light and you had to slam on your brakes to avoid hitting me, the gesture you gave me out the window and the curse words you threw my way–words that you deemed important enough to roll down your window to make sure I heard you scream at me–caused me to cry.
Cancer Can't Count to Five
My Dearest Baby Boy, Sometimes when you are sleeping, I watch you lying there, so peaceful. I believe with all my heart that the world would be a better place if we could all know the peace of a sleeping child.
What is Making Love?
Contrary to popular belief, making love really has very little to do with sex. No, in fact, making love doesn't really require sex at all.
The First Time He Saw Me Cry
Once I thought tears were a weakness. Once I thought I should be ashamed of not being strong enough to control my tears. So I hid them, from everyone, and never let anyone see me cry. I had learned early on as a child that tears only made daddy angrier, made him not listen, and sometimes made him hit.
The Foolishness of the Lake
The rays of the sun reflected off the lake surface, in shimmering, brilliant strands. The group of girls stood near the pond, changing into swim clothing after the long hike and horse ride down the path through the woods. The lake was not swimmable, for the water was too murky, too dirty. Not from pollution though, just a natural murky, mud filled lake-hole. While the sun shone brightly on it, and the reflection of the surrounding trees was gorgeous, the water itself stank of fish and dirt and sludge.
A Letter to a Friend
Dear Friend: Look, we need to talk. I took in what happened the other day, when you looked in the mirror and said you hated yourself. Maybe you were only talking about the way you looked, I don’t know, but it sure felt a lot deeper than that when I heard it, the way I heard it. You really have to be careful with your words; they have power and energy and a vibrational resonance that you react to whether you realize that or not. It’s proven science, you know, so even when you say things like you’re joking, you know the words can still do damage.
Why I Write
Take a walk with me Down this street that is in my mind Past the houses, past the sidewalks Past the children's playgrounds and ballparks
A Conversation with My Doctor
Hi, Doctor, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Michelle Devon. You’ll likely want to call me Mrs. Devon. I’m used to that. I read somewhere on one of the health guru’s websites that I should expect you to call me by my last name, because it keeps a level of professionalism between us, reminding you that I am to be respected. But I want you to call me Michelle, instead, because I need you to see me as a real person, just like you, with a first name that my friends call me. In fact, you can call me Michy if you’d like. My friends often do.