Word Stories


by: Michelle Street

Yesterday I complained and whined about all that was wrong in my world
Today, I’m grateful – I’ve been shown what’s wrong the world.

Yesterday I was drowning in my thoughts – hopelessness and self-pity were my closest friends
Today, I feel close to those who I love and feel blessed by those who love me

Yesterday I was frozen inside
Today, I woke up, the cold melting, allowing myself to feel

Yesterday I was holding on too tight to enjoy you
Today, I jumped into the day, left the past in its place and saw you for the first time

Tomorrow I will start again.

Word Stories

Even Though

by: Michelle Street

Even though I love my children with all my heart, I still love men too and want to party. Such an internal struggle.

Even though I love the Lord and pray every day, I am still fallen. I am still sinful, yet forgiven.

Even though I love this man, I am still unsure. I will still react in destructive ways. I will still guard myself from the inevitable pain of loving someone so much your expectations become unrealistic.

Even though life is good… and I mean REALLY good, I still desire more. Lord, why is that??

Even though today is my first day of sobriety and I know the road ahead is going to be a hard one, the road I’ve travelled so far is pulling me so deep into darkness, I almost cannot see light. At least there is light on the road ahead.

Even though sadness and pain overwhelm me most days, outwardly I cannot falter. My kids deserve better. So instead, I’ll keep working toward the day that the inside matches the outside.

Word Stories


by: Michelle Street

I lived every moment fully vulnerable, fully open to the possibility, allowing new love to overshadow past hurt. Every time was new and fresh … a clean slate. Two broken people, letting go long enough to love enough to mend the fragments.   Together, scraps were made whole.

Every time was untainted, filled with trust and honesty. Every time the bond grew stronger, the love cemented and I fell deeper. Then, fear and uncertainty were replaced with hope for a future. I stopped fighting it and finally gave in.

Then I woke up … it was just a dream.

ranting it up


by: Michelle Street

This may be self-imposed and maybe its society’s obsession with beauty that makes it hard to fight, but I’d like to stop for just a moment and ask, “Who the hell said women had to do all this stuff in to feel beautiful!??” I am all for looking my best and for women loving who they are and being their best at any age, any size and any stage in life. I can’t imagine that men go through even half of this nonsense. Yes, somehow, I think they are the ones who have set the rules. And we just idly stand by and comply.

They don’t’ have to lay on the bed to squeeze the last little bit of their muffin top into their jeans, they don’t wear ½ size too small shoes that crush their pinky toes or sleep with Dr. Fix Your Face’s concrete mask all night. Nipples peeping through a t-shirt when choosing an outfit is never a legitimate wardrobe consideration nor is wearing shorts long enough to cover the varicose veins and cottage cheese. And, when was the last time you heard a guy complain about nicking his bikini line while shaving? Seriously, whose ridiculous ideas are these anyway? These were men’s ideas, cause NO woman I know in her right mind would come up with this. Well sistas, today I’m feeling sort of ornery. And to be honest, I can’t effing breathe in my jeans.

Nah, fellas. I think today I’ll call it quits for the day. I think I’ll sport my muffin top, let my nips run free and do what they do, and if the cottage cheese bothers you, stop looking at my ass!

Ahh .. finally. I can breathe.