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About Michelle White
I was born in the decade when Star Wars: A New Hope was released. We just called it Star Wars, though, because we didn’t know there were going to be a bazillion sequels and spin-offs and merchandising opportunities. It was plain old Star Wars, and it was the raddest thing ever! I remember standing in line for tickets, leaning against a tan stucco wall that radiated desert heat, listening to my dad talk to his dad about this movie that would Change Everything. Entering the dark, air-conditioned theater was the most heavenly moment of the day. That is until the opening credits started rolling, and the music broke open my soul, the same way I know it did to millions of others.
Star Wars showed me a world that existed beyond this world. I’d always felt a little like an alien, and Star Wars brought that feeling of otherness down to earth for me. It made it cool to be grotesquely different; look at Chewie! My friends were puzzled whenever I claimed him for our recess-time reenactments. I was in love with the absolute otherness of him. It was so freeing to slip into his role, to sling my belt across my torso, to wield a Wiffle ball bat like a crossbow, to save the distressed damsel in the sandbox. Plus, I was sure of clinching the Chewie role because the rest of the girls wanted to be Princess Leia, and the boys were fighting over who was Luke or Han.
I was also born during the decade when Women’s Rights took a huge leap forward. Honestly, I never considered myself limited in this cisgendered female body. In my mind, I could and would do whatever I wanted…just like Princess Leia. Others imposed limitations, though. I heard endless editions of “Nice girls don’t…!” from my mom and Nana. I heard, “You have to choose to have a husband or a career,” from my dad when I was freshly graduated from college. Later, he said, "You can't be a mom and still have the career you have." I allowed them to sway me on and off my path for forty years. Now I only see the path in front of me, and it doesn’t rise or fall any differently if I follow their rules or not. I brought everything with me that I need to make it to the end of my journey, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says. Their path is not my path.
My parents, both brought up in Catholic households, chose to raise me in a non-religious environment. At least my dad chose it. I think my mom always missed church as a touchstone in her life. After they divorced, my mom started taking me to Methodist worship. Sometimes, it was fun. Most of the time, I just wanted to go home, dress up in costume, and dance to Barry Manilow records. I put up with being dragged to church for a few years. In the end, it wasn’t for me. I had my own ideas about spirituality, many of which accorded with the Jedi religion of Star Wars, and none of which accorded with what was being taught at church. Eventually, I complained in a teenagery fashion until my mom relented and let me stay home on Sunday mornings. When my Spiritual Awakening was catalyzed at age 42, following an epic midlife crisis, I was nearly a blank religious slate. The knowledge that poured into me from the light of the Universe settled in fast. There was no old religious infrastructure to demolish and build over, only the trauma scars of trying to be someone else besides me for four decades.
My goal as an author is to learn from the experiences along my path and translate them into something exciting, knowable, and hopeful for the reader. To help my reader feel a little less alone, maybe a little less lost or hopeless, on their path. When we are not alone, we feel stronger. When we know others before us toiled and prevailed in the same steps we are following, we feel most hopeful. We look to the Warriors that went before us for proof that they did, and we can. And that is what I am, a Warrior.
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Meet Michelle Black. Comfortably married to her soulmate since college, she's living the American Dream. But one day, when she's almost 40, cracks appear in the facade of her middle-class suburban utopia. The more she ignores them, the more the cracks widen, threatening to reveal the truth she's run from all of her life. As Michelle struggles with her resolve to spend the rest of her days inside the house of cards she's built, mental illness and addiction take hold of her.
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING! ⚠️ This book series contains themes of INFIDELITY, DIVORCE, SUICIDE, ADDICTION, CHILDHOOD TRAUMA, SOULMATE & TWIN FLAME RELATIONSHIPS, DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILIES & RELATIONSHIPS, MENTAL ILLNESS, AND SPIRITUAL AWAKENING. If you are sensitive to this subject matter, please consider other content.
FROM THE BACK COVER: “…electricity built between us, and around us, in the interior of the car. We leaned toward each other. Our lips met. Lightning struck, and I couldn’t breathe. The Earth I lived on came unglued at the equator, each hemisphere twisting violently in opposition to the other, before clunking back together with a deep finality…”
Disenchanted with her personal life and faced with mounting career pressures, 39-year-old Michelle Black dreams of escape. But the high-octane finance professional and mother of two is ashamed to admit the depth of her struggles. Michelle’s frustration intensifies when her fumbling attempts to ask for help go unheeded. Then, work goes from bad to worse. Desperate to relieve the bleakness inside, Michelle turns to unspoken addictions and dangerous behaviors for a balm to her wounded soul.
When the band-aids fail, what can she do next?
In this first volume of the Souls on Fire novella series, a clandestine meeting between two people ends with a kiss that changes everything. Unaware of the journey they’ve set upon together, or the choices they made that forever entwined their paths, they return to their fractured lives only to discover that nothing is as it seems to be.
When a big project at work goes south, Michelle Black finds herself in the CFO's crosshairs. Trapped in a world that's dictated by everyone else's rules and her own lies, Michelle's controlled mask shatters. Awake or asleep, long-buried memories rise up to re-traumatize her. Faced with the nightmarish prospect of returning to work after a ruinous family vacation, she finally finds the courage to ask for help.
But is she willing to do what it takes to heal?
While Michelle fights to hold it all together and shield her kids from her escalating crisis, a secret bag of prescriptions beckons. Fearful of their seductive power, Michelle seeks out a fresh means of numbing her wounded soul in the guise of an old flame.
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING! ⚠️
This book series contains themes of INFIDELITY, DIVORCE, SUICIDE, ADDICTION, CHILDHOOD TRAUMA, SOULMATE & TWIN FLAME RELATIONSHIPS, DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILIES & RELATIONSHIPS, MENTAL ILLNESS, AND SPIRITUAL AWAKENING. If you are sensitive to this subject matter, please consider other content.
FROM THE BACK COVER:
“I let you lead me toward the bedroom you shared with your wife. I paused on the threshold to look at the bed. You’d spread it over with white woven blankets, and I flashed upon a dream or memory of some formal tribal deflowering rite. I shook my head. Your room burst back into focus through the dark overlay of my vision.”
Ever since the fateful board meeting where the CFO scapegoated her, Michelle Black has been trapped in a downward spiral. Awake or asleep, long-buried memories rise up to re-traumatize her. Faced with the nightmarish prospect of returning to work after a ruinous family vacation, she finally finds the courage to ask for help.
But is she willing to do what it takes to heal?
While Michelle fights to hold it all together and shield her kids from her escalating mental illness, a secret bag of prescriptions beckons. Fearful of their seductive power, Michelle seeks out a fresh means of numbing her wounded soul in the guise of an old flame.