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
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.
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.
The Power of Negative Thinking
All things in the world have their own very specific energy signal, or frequency, at which it vibrates. Inanimate objects, people, plants, animals all have energy signatures that are detectable. At the very basic level, everything in the universe is essentially made up of the same stuff - some kind of energy.
Mr. Rogers Has a Community and a Neighborhood
We all watched him at least once when we were kids. Mr. Rogers is like the father we didn’t have or the uncle we wished we had. He was kind and he was funny. But more than that, he was honest, and kids knew he was honest about the things adults often lie to children about to ease pain or make it more palatable. He talked about things like death and divorce and other hard subjects.
Cutting it Close
Too much potassium could stop a heart. Too little could stop a heart too, but in a less accurate, more painful way. Back when they used to still kill people with lethal injection, potassium chloride was one of the ingredients in the cocktails that were pushed by intravenous drugs to bring about death. With enough potassium, it’s a fast way to die.
A Generation of Angst
In 1985, I was about 14 years old and in the eighth grade. Where I come from, we have Junior High schools, so I spent three years in Junior High, seventh, eighth, and ninth grade. Looking back there were some of the most angsty and defining moments of my life.
Serena put my hair up in a in a French braid. I've always wanted a French braid, but I'm horrible at doing it myself. Most of the girls at school have such beautiful hair. I'm stuck with this frizzy, messy mop of red curls. When Serena, one of the more popular girls — who has the shiniest and slickest, most beautiful black hair I've ever seen — wanted to do my hair at the slumber party, of course, I said she could.
Mom, The Boss Lady
I grew up in the back rooms of restaurants, while my mother worked hard every day to earn money that afforded us a lifestyle unlike any of my friends. Both of my parents had new cars. My mother had new jewelry. We had a big screen projection television before big screen televisions were a thing. I could have as much soda as I wanted while my friends were always limited on how much they could have. I just went up to the front of the restaurant and helped myself.