Michelle Underwood

  • Prologue

    Prologue

    I don’t just write weird, sad blogs; I also write fiction. This is the prologue to the book I’m working on. Read it and share your thoughts, please. But gently. NOW I silently count to ten, then open my eyes and assess my surroundings just in case they’d changed since the last time I checked. Read more

  • 1:34 a.m.

    1:34 a.m.

    I woke up sick the other night and checked the time. 1:34 a.m. I thought about getting out of bed to use the bathroom, but I was shivering, even beneath two blankets and a comforter. My stomach clenched and unclenched repeatedly and I thought I was going to throw up, but then I wasn’t. Then Read more

  • Thank you

    Thank you

    The past year has been hell at its worst and slightly cooler than hell at its best. And while that may be hyperbole, it doesn’t take away from the fact that we’ve had a rough year and two months (thanks a lot, cancer). To be fair, it hasn’t all been bad. Sure the endless hours at Read more

  • Terrible

    Terrible

    Today, you were terrible. Today, I was exhausted and your daddy was sick. Today, you didn’t listen to anything I said. Today, you climbed on the kitchen table everything even when I told you not to, especially when I told you not to, you laughed at me when (for the millionth time) I tried to Read more

  • Him

    Him

    The first time I saw him, I was helping his friend stitch a name tag on his jacket. He walked sauntered in – drunk and slightly sunburned – wearing a shirt with the sleeves cut off that said, “I piss excellence.” One of the girls that came in with him was crying and the other Read more

  • My Daughter is Not My Best Friend

    My Daughter is Not My Best Friend

    The more my daughter becomes a person and I see her as a human to interact with instead of just a baby to snuggle and feed, the more terrified I grow about this person I have to keep – a person who has thoughts and opinions all her own, a person I can’t trick into helping Read more