Author: women who think too much

BATCH 51

NOTE: I wrote this as fiction. Years before the Covid. Links below are non-fiction.

BATCH 51
As the virus spreads, and shelter in place orders are issued, then ignored, martial law follows.
We are all isolated from our loved ones now, even if they live five minutes away.
At first, we had video calls, Facebook. Then, our phones began to break down, our computers crashed, and we started to ration food and water, sleeping with our guns close by.
One generation after another, starting with Adam and Eve, all the way to us, the creators of nature-defying technology, which led to the apocalypse that is happening now.
The tech we all depended on personally and publicly, tech that we needed to run our utilities, police departments, doctors, hospitals, every aspect of our daily life; now, its absence will destroy us because our very existence depended on technology. We have woven our selfish needs into everything, even the rain delivers poisons.
As the virus infects more victims, we are losing millions of lives, including the people who used to run the computers that ran everything. They are almost gone.
It wasn’t until my near death that I could see the entire history leading to today.
We thought we were the only ones.
I just learned that we are one batch and that another batch will be created when we are wiped out by our own actions. Maybe, the new batch will do it right.
The new batch will have a perfect world to begin with, but earlier batches have destroyed it all, just like us. Each batch has engineered the end of their world.
If you are curious, we are Batch 51.
Was I blessed, cursed, or just unlucky enough to be born when the end was coming to this batch?
I never wanted to see the final days. I never wanted to see the butterflies and the birds disappear. I never wanted to see the puppy mills, homeless people, abortions, wars, greed, and the pollution that destroyed the bees.
I never wanted to see the results of the viruses that our billionaire geniuses designed and scattered, the cancers they inflicted on us with chemicals, cancers that they could have cured 100%, but didn’t. They built a trillion-dollar industry on illness. Why would they cure anyone?
I never wanted to see people tear each other apart for shelter, food, and water.
What I wanted didn’t matter.
It is all part of the destiny we thought ourselves into, a dystopian nightmare and it is visible to me now, a movie looping in my mind.
What most of us have never understood is that we are here to learn how to love. We have trials and tests to pass, to earn our return ticket to Him.
It was never meant to be an easy.
Matthew 7:13-14 says, 13 “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. 14 But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”
God created us. That was where we began; yes, every batch began with Him. We have not honored that connection.
The technology of the last two decades brought us to a new level of self sufficiency.
We even learned how to manipulate the weather. We decided if babies should live or die in their mother’s wombs. We have approved laws to kill newborns even outside the womb. Aborted babies’ organs and pieces are sold by the pound to the highest bidder. The human cells are in our vaccines, cosmetics and medicines, pureed and injected as youth potions for the ultra-rich Hollywood stars, used by Nestle to test flavors. Murdered babies’ hearts and organs sold on the Black Market.
By now you suppose this is fiction. Is it?
We became our own gods and that’s when the end was a forlorn conclusion. Money and possessions, power, and fame, just like the batches before us. He never gives up though.
He will be sending another batch to a renewed Earth, two thousand years after we finish destroying Batch 51.
It will take the earth that long to heal.
Millions have had the feeling that this wasn’t their first time around, and they were right.
My human form is in a coma right now. Despite all precautions, I have the new virus, the virus that is going to wipe out 96 % of humanity in the next five years. It was in our water supply, our food and our vaccines.
I’m above my body looking down, but people come and go, adjusting my ventilator, watching my pulse grow weaker. I heard a nurse say that they are waiting for me to die so that they can give the ventilator to a younger person. It was a mistake that they gave one to me, a sixty-year-old smoker.
There are pink cords attached to my feet which flow back down into my physical body’s center.
The strands are connecting my soul to my body and I won’t be able to leave until the cords are cut.
It won’t be long. The staff is becoming impatient.
I am as close to dead as can be and that’s why I am seeing the secrets revealed.
It is preparation for my journey and possible return in Batch 52.
I am no longer present in the tribulation; I am in a space apart and that’s why believe I will not be waking up from this coma.
Why else would this knowledge come to me? It would never be safe to let the world know the ending, and I am a writer, so that is the first thing that I would do upon awakening.
Write about it.
Engineered viruses, child sex-slaves, child abuse, domestic violence, 99% in poverty, drug addictions, locusts, fleas, ticks, bedbugs, mosquitoes, no-see-ums, rattlesnakes, scorpions, fire ants, killer bees, hurricanes, tornadoes, all the bad stuff that has increased one thousand fold, things that never made sense to me anyway, even before the increase.
I don’t know if I passed the tests that were assigned to me. I believe I’m in a holding space, waiting, and then everyone (dead and alive) that has passed their tests will rise together.
My own Hell would be returning with Batch 52.
5g was activated today.

NOTE: I wrote this in 2015, as fiction. Links below are non-fiction.

Dangers of 5g

Black Market Baby Pieces

Aborted baby cells in anti-aging products

Vaccines and aborted baby cells

Aborted baby cells use in products

Products that use aborted baby cells

Jonas and Grammy

I apologized to my grandson for talking so much while teaching him to drive. I managed to fit the family history in between, “Slow down more before you take a corner,” and “I can’t believe my baby boy is driving me around!”
He made my day when he told me to keep talking. He said, “Grammy, your’s is the only voice that calms me and comforts me. You can never talk too much to me.”
Wow! I flashbacked to rocking him on a swing in the backyard. He was about six months old. I would sit beside him and talk to him. He would laugh every time the wind blew the leaves over his head. He would stare at each leaf as if it was a wonderful creation. I told him he was my wild Indian boy, because he loved the wind and the trees and because he has Cherokee and Creek blood running through his veins.
Today, I looked at my handsome grandson behind the steering wheel, balancing at the edge of becoming a man, and I was so proud of him.
I remembered every hug that we had ever exchanged, and every good memory that we had created rose up to a conscious level.
I felt overwhelming gratitude because in the midst of the worst times, he and I had created memories of the best times.
And when he said my voice comforted and calmed him, to me it was proof that all the love I gave him did matter, and I was so grateful for every minute we have spent together.

Spirit Whispers 8

God is in the wind
whispering to me,
“You’ll be coming home soon.
First, you must finish this life,
this journey which your choices
and my Grace have designed.
The twists and the turns
the heartaches and the tears
always have had a reason.
You’ll see it all so clear on
the day the angels come
to bring you home.
Home, where your mama
is waiting for you,
where the spring breezes
and the summer sun
are always in season.
You’ll run, sing, dance,
laugh, love and be loved.
I promise, your time
on earth will fly by.
The earth is not your home
you know that in your soul
and I’m sorry you must wait.
You have roads that call to you
miles your feet must yet walk.
Keep up the good fight child
you are making me so proud.
I’ll heal your brokenness
repair it with my love, and
mend your wounded soul.
Your battles will be won
your war will be over
when you come home,
when you lay your pain
down at my feet at last.
So, carry it just a little
further my gypsy child.
Don’t give up now
you have come so far.”
Love always, your Father.

They Say I Should Be Branded

 

They say I need to be Branded. I don’t know who They are, but They write a ton of articles telling me what I must do to be a successful writer and They post them all over cyberspace. They also send me numerous personal emails, telling me that I need to pay them to share their writing experience because They know which tools will help me become a successful writer, just like them. Isn’t that nice? It is comforting to know that someone besides my mother cares about my writing career.
Maybe I should write articles about writing for people who are already writing too, and then sell my advice, but I’m kinda busy trying to write what I want to write, throwing down my words any old way I like. Sometimes I create a mess, but sometimes I score a tear or a smile from my Pineapple Girls writer’s group and that makes me happy.

Now I know who they are, they are the women who usually love my writing, prepositions at the end of sentences and all.
I’m not uneducated. I aced English Composition in college and I was invited to be a student in a class of one in college, attending a Creative Writing course for writers. The teacher was fired the following year for messing with a student, but I wasn’t chosen for that honor. (I was a little bit insulted, he never even tried to mess with me and even though I would have said no, I did take it personal.)
Now back to They who I don’t know, the ones who know what is best for my career.
They know I can make it to the top of the free-lance, Indie Tower if I will just pay them to allow me to attend their seminars. They will teach me how to write correctly, how to query, how to submit, how to tackle Social Media and how to become a better blogger
Whew. I’m tired just writing about it. The thing is, if I want to pay someone to teach me how to do what comes naturally to me, then I would like to be separated from my money in person. At least then I can say, “They had such an honest face. I trusted them.” Otherwise, I will have to tell my honey that the internet people, the They people, took my money.
Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t want to be Branded (I hate the smell of burning flesh) and I’m not trying to build a writer’s platform, not without a permit. I never touched a computer until I was forty and technology is still always two to ten steps ahead of me, so I could end up Branded where the sun don’t shine. I finally conquered Facebook and then they changed all the privacy rules and now my profile is out there naked (metaphorically). I just know it. (Literally.)
Please don’t Brand me, just call me a woman who thinks too much and take what you want from my writing and leave the rest. I won’t Brand you either, I promise.

Women Who Think Too Much Reviewed By Maggie Thom

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Review of Women Who Think Too Much By Maggie Thom, Author of Tainted Waters and Captured Lies

“Wow. I don’t know where to even start with this but I can tell you that although it is a tough read, it is a must. Women Who Think Too Much is raw and will punch you in the solar plexus. When I started reading it, no I hadn’t read the blurb about it, I thought it was going to talk about how women are so hard on themselves. Which it did, sort of but it’s really one woman’s journey through co-dependency and abuse and her wish to wake up other women who might be living this kind of life or headed for it.

Jeanne Marie shares her journey through co-dependency and abuse but she does it in a unique way, she calls it the 12 slip step to co-dependency, where she uses dark humor for a dark subject. I think that if she’d just shared her journey I would have felt awful for her but I don’t think I’d have looked at my life quite so closely. It’s interesting because she talks a lot about all the ways and things she did to avoid looking at her own life for a long time. I think it is brilliantly written. It’s only about sixty pages but it is by no means a quick read.

Try catching your breath after you’ve read it because you won’t while you’re reading it. It’s the elephant in the room that no one talks about, no one shares. I guarantee this book will wake you up like none other. Or at least it should.”

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He’s never coming back.

If I had to pick the hardest thing about losing my adult son, this would be it.
He’s never coming back.
It’s a brick wall that I will never be able to climb over, tear down or go around.
Every tick of the clock, every hour, every day, every anniversary, forces me to acknowledge, my son is dead.
We had our last goodbye.
We had our last phone call.
Losing a child, at any age, is a trauma that changes you forever.
Learning how to breathe, to exist, after my son’s suicide, feels like I am balancing on a tightrope stretched over a volcano, the flames reaching up to lick my weary feet. The excruciating pain is telling me to give up, just let go.
The heat promises to burn off my pain, to remove every memory. I want to jump in that volcano.
I thank Jesus that my brain knows that pain is a liar and my heart fights the lies.
Truth? He is never coming back. There is not one single, solitary thing I can do to change that fact. There are no do-overs after death.
I don’t know how people survive this pain without Jesus, but he is the only reason I’m still here. Thank you, Jesus.
Richard William McClellan, Jr.
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Richard William McClellan, Jr. 12-29-78~4-18-25

The First Two Pages

When you take care of a loved one with late stage Alzheimers, your gratitude meter goes sky high, honey.
This is the chair that many of us could be sitting in one day. Our life will not be over, but our choices will be made for us. Some of us will even be robbed of our precious memories.
Enjoy life, cherish the moments, take pictures, pull out the barbecue, go down the waterslide, skip the quick shower and take a long, hot bath.
Use the sunflower china. Play outside, no matter how old you are because outside will turn you back into a kid. Buy yourself a kiddie pool. Buy the pink cowgirl boots. (I did!)
One day you could be the one sitting in a chair just like this, looking at a book full of memories and you can only remember the first two pages.
This beautiful lady is my 95 year-old mother-in-law/mom, Dot.

What You Love

 

What you love the most can kill you as you hold it close.
Danger never made itself known as she buried her face in the lilacs, inhaling the sweet, sugary scent of the velvety, purple blossoms.
She closed her eyes and inhaled the ambrosia as she gently held the delicate bunches in her hands, her favorite perfume filling her senses with pleasure.
Overwhelmed with passion, she didn’t feel the spider that crawled up her neck.
As it bit into the tender flesh under her windblown hair, she was so lost in the moment, lost in the lilacs, she didn’t even feel the deadly bite.
He injected his poisonous venom into her soft flesh as she caressed the lilacs.
What you love the most can kill you as you hold it close.

Grok 3 AI reviews my book, Women Who Think Too Much

My book, Women Who Think Too Much, is available at https://books2read.com/u/md0J5d

Book Overview: Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie is a satirical memoir exploring codependency, abuse, and recovery. It uses humor (e.g., “Twelve Slips and One Slap”), personal anecdotes, and poetry (e.g., The Cliff’s Edge, Angel Down) to expose the absurdity of dysfunctional relationships while subtly encouraging empowerment. The target audience is primarily women interested in self-help, memoirs, or personal growth, particularly those who relate to codependency or emotional struggles.

Women Who Think Too Much is a raw, satirical memoir that dissects codependency with biting humor and heartfelt vulnerability. Jeanne Marie’s personal stories—of abuse, addiction, and recovery—resonate deeply, while the “Twelve Slips and One Slap” framework cleverly exposes the absurdity of dysfunctional relationships. The included poetry adds emotional depth, though the dark humor may not suit all readers.

A compelling read for women seeking validation and a nudge toward empowerment.

Dedication (Page 3):

Jeanne Marie credits her mother for encouraging her to write poetry since 1986 when Jeanne Marie first showed her the poetry she had written over the years. Her mom also encouraged her when she started a newsletter, called Women Who Think Too Much, 1998~2002. Her mom was her first subscriber.

The author gives credit to her youngest child, her son Richard, for giving her the final push to publish her book. Over the years, he kept saying, “Mama, just publish the damn thing!”

One day, she decided to take his advice. After a year of editing, Woman Who Think Too Much was set free.

The newsletter gained a following in eleven states and Canada, featuring guest poets and writers, including her mother’s contributions. This book was inspired by that work, left in a box for years, until the E-book was published on smashwords.com, in 2014. Excerpts from the newsletters available free at womanwhothinktoomuch.com

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Declining the thrill of a last Lost Boy dance.

 

 

The Lost Boy was on her window sill
Begging her to fly just one more night.
Wendy, I don’t care that you are older
I just want to fly you to the stars tonight.
We can pretend that we are the same age
I’ll believe if you will, he said with a smile.
It’s our story, we can write a new page
Straight from once upon yesterday’s time.
Let’s fly through the clouds to the stars
Just for tonight, a quick little flight.
Don’t say no, just take my hand
I’ll have you home by morning’s light.
But Peter, she whispered, with a sigh
I’m a great-grandmother now.
I can’t fly anymore, Tink’s out of dust
Plus, I don’t even remember how.
I’m tired of your shenanigans, Lost Boy
And I have nothing else to say.
Oh, except I’ll always love you Peter…
Goodbye, now please, fly away.
Wendy, I won’t be back
This is your last chance.
She kissed his cheek and she closed the window
Declining the thrill of a last Lost Boy dance.

 

 

 

 

Vodka and Hydrogen Peroxide, 2020

I’m not obsessing about the virus. The way I figure it, I’ll get it, or I won’t. I’ll recover or I won’t. That’s life.
Just for curiosity’s sake, I wonder why everybody’s hoarding the rubbing alcohol. Soap and bleach can kill germs.
I also wonder if anybody has thought about vodka yet, because the store shelves are empty of rubbing alcohol.
The way that I see it, if you bought a gallon of high proof vodka, (at least 140) you could disinfect whatever needed disinfecting and you could drink the rest and forget about the whole virus thing. Also, Barcadi makes 151 proof rum.
Maybe your anxiety and panic would disappear. All you would need is to make sure you had more vodka. I say you, not me because I have been sober for over forty years and I’m not letting a virus get me drunk now.
The only thing I have ever used rubbing alcohol for was to disinfect my mother’s skin before her insulin shot, to soak pierced earrings and to do alcohol rubs when my babies had a fever.
Is that still a thing? I don’t know, my baby is forty-one.
I only use it now to take a gluey substance off something.
And what about hydrogen peroxide? Why are stores still loaded down with hydrogen peroxide amidst the panic buying? It is one of the best antibacterials that I know of, safe to swish in your mouth (not safe to swallow) safe to clean things with, safer to use in your laundry than bleach, and it does so much more than rubbing alcohol.
Enjoy the moments and stay safe.
Disclaimer:
I claim no responsibility for a panic run on vodka, rum or hydrogen peroxide.
I also claim no responsibility for anyone’s alcohol consumption.
Do not drink hydrogen peroxide, ever.
101 uses for Hydrogen Peroxide

Women Who Think Too Much Reviews

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Women Who Think Too Much, A No Help At All Handbook
by Jeanne Marie

Reviews

A Review From My Son
As I am writing this I am crying, not because I am sad, but because of how proud I am of you for following your dream…
I was glad a man gave you a review so heartfelt, but he is naive to think that his circle of friends contains no “Women Who Think Too Much,” because I feel that your book described every relationship ever, whether behind closed doors or people who are brutally honest and act this way in public…but either way, great review.
I didn’t cry until I scrolled down and saw the many, many other reviews from dozens of people your book has helped and impacted in a positive way.
You told your story, and you made his story…
I hope someday I can follow you and follow my dreams instead of chasing dollars and make a positive impact on people while doing it.
I say every day how thankful I am to be blessed with the genes of my parents, my mom’s creativity and my dad’s tough as nails, never say die work ethic.
You two bred me to be great and someday I hope to live up to my full potential, as you have with the writing of this book.
You are an inspiration, mamma.
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and know your in my heart and mind every day.
Your son,
Richard McClellan Jr.

Wow by Yahsoldz
Great book but you have to have a strong mind and a strong sense of dark humor to get it. Thank you for the crash course the book kept to the point.

WOMEN WHO THINK TOO MUCH by suzyqmtngurl
As I read through this book I kept constantly seeing myself but also saying, “at least I didn’t have it that bad!” But in the end the truth hits and I sobbed. What a great short read!

Anonymous Review Barnes & Noble
For anyone who even thinks for one second that they are in a codependent relationship or are just trying to avoid ending up in one, please, I urge you to read this book. Dark humor reigns throughout, but so do vital lessons about what to expect in codependent relationships. The author takes us through her pain in order to help the next victim of a codependent life… And yes, I do mean the word VICTIM. The victim is never to blame for some jerk’s destructive behavior. Coming from someone who has said “enough’s enough,” I know life and self-esteem are possible to have. I thank God Himself for His help. I really don’t know what I could have done or who I’d still be right now without Him, and that’s the truth.

Review by Nicole
Hello, I just wanted to tell you I have just finished and read the 12 slips book, I couldn’t put it down. It has been downloaded for a while and just got the chance to read it not knowing what was inside! Coming from a 27-year-old female just almost a year of being out of a 4-year abusive relationship, this book meant so much to me. I never realized that I was codependent and that has carried throughout all my relationships and is being carried with me into the future. Until today, I realized that I need to let go of that and become dependent on my self! Thank you for writing this book, I hope that many other women who are in terrible situations may stumble upon this book and take something from it. I will be recommending this book. Nicole

Review by Orina
December 28
I just read your book! I laughed so hard all the way through I almost had to resort to Pampers! But I made it through.
This is the story of my life with my Husband (Deceased now, God rest his soul). I was going to write a book called Codependent and Loving It.
What is funny now is I am a burned out codependent. I don’t give a crap about anyone but myself and my Little Dog, Dolly.
Let me know if you write another comedy. I live to laugh! Thank You for this book! HILARIOUS!
Orina

Review by Natalie
I went and read WWTTM earlier today, I had no idea that anyone had to endure such awful demands from a spouse or boyfriend. Bless your heart. I’m so glad you are no longer having to endure such abuse and ridicule. I’m sure it still seems very real to you. It was and that will never change, but you don’t have to go there again! I pray the Lord comfort you and grant you peace when the bad memories come back to haunt you.
Oh, I agree with the review that says this should be required reading for high school students. As an ex-high school teacher, I agree wholeheartedly! Love and hugs, N 🙂
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Review by Michelle Marie
Wonderful book! I recommend Women Who Think Too Much, I am a woman who thinks too much. I love this author and her style of writing. I think she has so many wonderful insights and also I found myself laughing because I identify with this book so much. I know you will love it too!
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Review by Jenn on Aug. 08, 2014 FIVE STARS
This book should be required reading as part of the high school curriculum. I made a couple of these “slips” early on, but thankfully avoided the worst of it thanks to some very strong and frank women in my life. However, I’ve had many friends who have had to learn the hard way–or never learned, and it’s heartbreaking to watch and so unnecessary.
Thank you, Jeanne, for the very straightforward advice and important reminder for all of us. Speaking of that, I think I need to go pad my “ILFU” fund…. 😉

Review by Michael:
Just finished reading your book, Women Who Think Too Much.
Structurally, I found the book spot on. That’s a compliment to both your writing and your editors. The reading flowed very smoothly.
Content-wise, it was incredibly poignant.
It was heart wrenching to think you went through all that, and to think so many others live like that. I truly was not aware of the intricacies of what goes on behind closed doors in those types of relationships.
I confess that I know of no woman in my circle of friends who lives in those conditions today. I’m not sure if that’s a credit to my choice in friends or the strength and kindness of the people I know.
However, a long time ago (my senior year in high school), I dated a young lady fresh out of a bad relationship that, I can only guess (through rumors at the time), was a lot like what she described.
We dated for almost a year when she abruptly broke it off. After repeatedly asking her why, she reluctantly told me she was going back to her previous boyfriend. From what I knew of her old relationship with this guy, I knew it was very abusive.
I chanced upon her several months after our breakup. When I approached her, she was trying to conceal her black eye behind dark sunglasses. But she assured me she was doing fine.
Years later we met again. She had finally called it quits with him, but not before having two of his children.
So, in an indirect and very personal way, I was exposed to codependency and its abuse.
It truly breaks my heart to hear of situations like this, what you write about. It’s horrific. But I know there are men out there who behave like that. And the cost to women (and the children) is incalculable.
I will never understand how we humans can be so cruel to one another.
You have done a great job with this book. It’s a needed eye-opener, I guess not only just for women, but certainly (and especially) for us men as well.

Jeanne Marie —You are an incredibly strong woman. I know the past was difficult, hard, unbearable and about twenty other adjectives, but that’s your past now. You’re in a much better place today.Thank you for opening my eyes to this subject. And for inviting me into your life, if just from a spectator’s seat.
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Review From Anonymous Survivor: Jeanne, just finished your book. Wow. I lived that life for too many years. I’m still processing what it felt like to go back in time with the words you wrote. I have tried to track my tormentor/ex-husband for all these years and never found him. I have always  looked over my shoulder, afraid he would find me first. About a month ago I found his obituary. I never thought I could be relieved by a person’s death. I was, and am. I hope your book acts as a reality check and motivator for women in the thick of codependency. I think this is a much needed book. Should be in every women’s shelter across the country.
Thank you!

Review By S K Nicholls:
This month is National Domestic Violence Awareness month and I am reading a few books this month that focus on this troubling issue in different ways.  Today I am giving a book review on one of these.
Jeanne Marie taunts her book as “A No Help At All Handbook” and it is with this degree of sarcasm that she presents her case.  Domestic violence is a very serious issue affecting more people in America than the statistics can begin to show.  Jeanne Marie does an excellent job aiding women to identify themselves as being in a dysfunctional relationship and what to do (or not to do) about it with her “Twelve Slips”, a spoof off of the Twelve Steps programs.  While the small book with big ideas uses a rather comical approach to getting women to loosen up and look seriously at their own behaviors, as well as the behaviors of others, the highly qualified author also emphasizes the importance of recognizing where you may be going wrong and where you can go right.  I would highly recommend this book to anyone who even suspects that they might be in a dysfunctional relationship. Even if you are not, you will be entertained, and maybe learn something you can use to help another individual less fortunate.  It is both moving and inspirational.  It is a brief book, an easy read, and quite affordable as it is FREE right now at smashwords.  Download and read a copy today.  This is easily a five star book.
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Review by Ishaiya
Wonderful! Downloaded. Thank you,  Jeanne-Marie. I love your writing style, it’s beautifully poetic, thought inspiring and moving. You have a wonderful sense of humor too!  I shall be sure to spread the word. Have a great week!
Ishaiya
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Review By Eleanor:
This book throws a funny bone at the heart of dysfunctional relationships and hits you right between the eyes.
Dark humor drives this soul-bearing and sobering narrative, but Jeanne Marie lets it fly without losing the gravity of her subject. Beneath the often laugh-out-loud comedy, Marie’s honesty and vulnerability entice you to notice jarringly familiar experiences that exist in your own life. Her words echo unforgettably, resonating into your everyday life, making it impossible to ignore the empowering mirror she has created for anyone who has ever been… is currently… or wants to be… in a relationship.
It amazes me that such a short and fun book is powerful enough to change your life. A must-read for everyone, particularly women and teens!
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Review By Maggie Thom:
“Wow. I don’t know where to even start with this but I can tell you that although it is a tough read, it is a must. Women Who Think Too Much is raw and will punch you in the solar plexus. When I started reading it, no I hadn’t read the blurb about it, I thought it was going to talk about how women are so hard on themselves. Which it did, sort of but it’s really one woman’s journey through co-dependency and abuse and her wish to wake up other women who might be living this kind of life or headed for it.
Jeanne Marie shares her journey through co-dependency and abuse but she does it in a unique way, she calls it the 12 slip step to co-dependency, where she uses dark humor for a dark subject. I think that if she’d just shared her journey, I would have felt awful for her but I don’t think I’d have looked at my life quite so closely. It’s interesting because she talks a lot about all the ways and things she did to avoid looking at her own life for a long time. I think it is brilliantly written. It’s only about sixty pages but it is by no means a quick read.
Try catching your breath after you’ve read it because you won’t while you’re reading it. It’s the elephant in the room that no one talks about, no one shares. I guarantee this book will wake you up like none other. Or at least it should.”
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Eleanor wrote:
“Those damn rose-colored glasses can create such a shady false light that we don’t even recognize the blindfold covering the eyes on the image staring back at us in the mirror. Your book, Women Who Think Too Much, shines a bright light of humor on serious issues. In all that laughter is the courage to put fear where it belongs. Instead of staying afraid to take off the rose-colored glasses, the impulse to keep them on becomes terrifying. (Your mom’s poem is evidence that her sense of humor was a guiding force to a way out of the dysfunctional cycle.)
I’ve read your book…more than once. Instead of congratulatory gratitude (which you absolutely deserve), Jeanne Marie, I give you a big, brave and hearty HEE HA HA YEEHAH! as I stomp my own pair of rose-colored glasses.”
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Artist and Publisher of the Wildersoul Colouring Book wrote:
“I like the ‘how not to’ approach, which has a humorous angle, and yet it touches so very deeply.”

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She wrote: “Already downloaded the book and read it! It’s a great read, informative with humor. Highly recommend it and best part it’s only $1.99!
To Jeanne Marie, “I thought it was great. It took a topic that has been traditionally addressed as you are doing this wrong and this and this and you need to do this. The form in which you wrote your book gave most of the same information but in a humorous way that is less authoritarian but still has the insight.”

Review by: Joyce on April 25, 2013 : FIVE STAR
A must-read for women with Borderline Personality Disorder. Many of us have co-dependency issues. Maybe you can recognize yourself in this book and get the help you need. If you have no sense of your own identity, you need to find out who you are. Jeanne Marie helps you become aware, through her humor, what you’re lacking to become your own person, worthy of not needing someone who controls you.

Review by: Richard on Feb. 23, 2013 : FIVE STAR
I had bought this book for my fiancée, but we ended up reading it together. I really enjoyed it, I laughed out loud.. a lot. Winced in pain like when you hit your knee a few times, I mean I am a man and I am guilty of a lot of the same things in this book…like this one “Classic”!
“Why are the lights on in here? Do you want me to shut them off for you?
Why aren’t there any lights on in here? It’s so dark in here.”
All in all, I just wanted to say it was good to see how a man’s behavior can affect a woman, and after reading this book, I think I can try a little harder to be more considerate.

Review by: Dan on Feb. 23, 2013 FIVE STAR
Take your time when you read through this…then read it again.
A fan of cinema verite? Good thing. Hang on. Jeanne Marie compels you to look in to the mirror and ask yourself if you recognize this wounded gender.
This is not simply a woman’s cautionary tale.
Pull your son away from “Call of Duty”, put a porn blocker on his computer and force him to listen to her story.

Review by: Cherie on Feb 22, 2013 : FIVE STAR
A must read for women of all ages…timely and also timeless lessons for women from every walk of life..it will touch you in ways that you never dreamed of and may even (hopefully) alter the course of your life..and ladies..it’s NEVER too late!

Thanksgiving, 1996. by Grace Christine Doucette, my Mom.

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Where is my son?

Where is my son?

I ask God all night.

Are you covering him

with your angels?

Are you calling him

out of the darkness?

Will he be alright?

His pain is my pain

tossing and turning,

helpless in my bed

1,741 miles away,

I can feel it, he needs

your help tonight.

Are angels hovering

all around his head,

staying close enough to

catch him as he falls?

God, you know drugs

have captured my son

and the devil is dragging

him down to Hell.

Jesus, please rescue my son

bring him back to you, to me.

I pray. I pray. I pray.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

Simple Little Bobby Pins

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As I went to put bobby pins in my hair today, I was caught up in the most amazing memory.
I’m looking in the mirror, and suddenly, I’m watching my mom roll her long, black hair around her finger and then, she uses a bobby pin to hold it in place. Although it is my face, my mom’s face reflects back at me and I smile. I feel eight years old, watching her, the way I did each night before bed for so many years.
Every night, my mom would put those bobby pins in her hair.
Dad, drunk, screaming and yelling, nothing stopped her, nothing he ever did stopped her.
My mom was an amazing, strong and beautiful woman.
She just sat there in her own little space and rolled up her hair.
What a bitter-sweet memory simple, little bobby pins brought to me today.

“I am so proud of you Mum, even more now that I am older, because I have been to war too. Now,  I know how hard you had to fight. I have fought the codependency battles. Your unconditional love and your strengths made me stronger. I love you and I miss you everyday.”

Memories

Memories

A Note From Grace (My Mom)

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A NOTE FROM GRACE (My Mom)
When my children were growing up and got into their “teenage problem” years, I’d become exasperated with them. I’d think, “They’re just like their father!”
Then, one day the light dawned on me, (Marblehead) because after taking a hard, honest look at myself, I realized; they were just like me. The me I had suppressed and hidden deep inside, where no one else could see. I was as wild and rebellious as they, but I had put up a shield of adult perfection, striving to become the perfect mother that everyone expected me to be.
I have now learned that I need to let this child in me come out to play, or the adult becomes a cold hard shell. I must confess, now that I’m older, I have to do this through my books, and old TV movies.
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I Wait

I wait by
the pink river
for my heart to
return.

Somewhere

You can find me
Somewhere
That time does not exist.
But it does
Even if I say no.
And grains of sand
I cannot hold
Stick to my weary feet.

Lost To Sleep

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Sleep eats my hours
Devours my moments
I awaken to find 
Years and years 
Were sacrificed
Lost to sleep.
Lost in a fog
Of numbness
I hide myself 
Inside each day
Veiled by darkness
I embrace each night.

Why Caterpillars…

dont make good pets.

Waiting…

Waiting here for you

For Michelle Marie @ thinkingpinkx2@wordpress.com

Vermont Foliage

Here are a few of my favorite pics from my first fall in Vermont. The colors were incredibly vibrant and two weeks early. This was the view from my front door, for two weeks. My eyes, my soul and my cell phone camera were overwhelmed.

October Blues

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October blues appear out of sync amidst the brilliant reds and golds
watching the leaves change as this heart remains heavy and cold.
Fiery burning colors, so bright they make my head spin
while my eyes smile at the show, my heart refuses to join in.
This time last year, snapping pictures with childlike abandon
dashing from tree to tree from river to mountain to canyon.
That child has been banished, her spirit broken and blue
running from memories that whisper; girl, it was never true.

Jeanne Marie, 2016

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October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Does It End October 31?

My book, Women Who Think Too Much

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My first question was, why not everyday? Several women (angrily) asked me that same question when I posted or re-blogged articles related to domestic violence, emotional, verbal or sexual abuse. Well, I told them that I wondered that too, and that I didn’t name the dedication, I was just trying to honor the victims and the survivors because I come from that country and I am fluent in that language.
The question I have asked myself repeatedly this month is this: What does national awareness do for the victims? Does it change the abuser’s mind? Does he (or she) say, “Damn it! I’m not going to swear and scream at you until National Domestic Violence Awareness Month is over, you lucky bitch!”
Does he pay the bills, buy some food, keep his hands off his daughter because it’s National Domestic Violence Awareness Month?
Will the family have a month of…

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