Michelle was born in New Orleans, Louisiana and was raised by her grandparents on the fringes of the French Quarter on North Rampart Street for the first few years of her life. She dwelt all over the southerly part of Louisiana, New Orleans, Destrehan, Chalmette, and Slidell. In addition to she lived in Picayune, Mississippi, Nevertheless, now her home is in Pearlington, Mississippi, in which she reputes as Home Sweet Home!
Michelle will never bury the memories from where she have descended, her ancestors, her heritage and will forever remember New Orleans as it use to be when she was a small fry growing up, simply beautiful. Recalling Friday nights on Music Street in their rented Creole cottage as she and her grandparents would entertain relatives by playing the piano, singing and talking about the good old days intertwined with honorable food and cold duck, chartering a sip from her maw-maw's glass when she wasn't looking and how she will forever hold the memories of the Claiborne Avenue bridge over lingering Japonica Street, her grandparents rented shotgun house right across the street from the SPCA where she would go and visit the stray dogs and cats, desiring to adopt each and every one of them.
Michelle will forever clutch to her heart the picturesque Destrehan Plantation that adorns River Road with all its grandeur and magnificent beauty, remembering the first day she ever beheld the glorious plantation in which she held her breath and now can reminiscence the history that inhabited within it's palisades over the many, many years, which to her are merely artistic to the mind, body and soul. She will keep animated within her thoughts all the Cajuns in da' Parish, P.G.T. Beauregard High School and the hearsays of Bloody Mary down the road in Poydras, and will always think of those special to her in Picayune, two souls that are forever within her thoughts, but how she had developed a love also for her home of the past thirteen years and all of her family and friends in Pearlington, Mississippi.
Michelle has worked in the restaurant field all her life, Shift Manager at McDonalds, Dining Room Manager at Shoney’s and before Hurricane Katrina, stuffed artichokes for local New Orleans seafood markets and restaurants at Nona’s Real Italian Cuzzine in Pearlington, Ms., but now is a stay at home mamma with two beautiful children, Brittany Michelle and Dalton Hunter in which she devotes half of her attention of becoming a published writer. In addition, she has two outstanding kids, grown that live in Picayune, Cody Aaron, and Ashley Marie. By marriage, she has a howling stepson, Derek Michael. She enjoys cooking, most notable for her Creole gumbo and loves spending time with family and friends. Michelle and her family are rebuilding from Hurricane Katrina just as everybody on the Mississippi and Louisiana Gulf Coast, may God bless their souls, and in her free time she basks in the joy of writing, her one truthful desire in life that keeps her anchored when she finds herself somewhere on the edge about to jump!
Michelle has always found the myths and legends of vampires, ghost and past spirits of New Orleans, the French Quarter known to most as the Vieux Carre to be enchanting, gallant at the reality a part of her inheritance comprise of these things along with voodoo queens and notorious pirates, that she can only be so humble to write about. As a child and even now, Michelle is always infatuated with the persuasions and envisions of the sultry plantation days, the romantic gesture of it all just like her favorite movie Gone With the Wind, encountering herself within her past life living amongst those days, also fancying herself adorning the narrow streets of the Vieux Carre of yesterday if only in her colorful imagination.
Michelle will forever be grateful that the founding father of La Nouvelle d' Orleans, Jean Baptiste le Moyne Sieur de Bienville and his men cleared away the first thick canebrakes on the mighty Mississippi River, also grateful for Ol' Hickory better known to many as Andrew Jackson, for defeating the enemy in the Battle of New Orleans, boastful of the St. Louis Cathedral that adorns Jackson Square, bidding she could of bowed down before the Baroness Micaela de Pontalba and forever courteous and inferior of the above ground tombs of the St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, thinking back to the three red xxx she etched on the tomb of Marie Laveau, that will evermore be the Queen of Voodoo in Naw'lins.