Michael Mackie

Well, folks—my year-long social experiment has officially come to a close. A month ago today, I put in my notice and left my sales-centric gig. Yes, sales. A job which… Read more

Last week, someone referred to me as a micro-influencer. I turned to my friend and said, “Wait … whut?” Without missing a beat, my galpal snarked, “Yup, micro-influencer! Meaning you… Read more

I gotta be honest, I can’t really remember the last time I visited Arkansas. I feel like it was the mid-2000s and Eureka Springs was somehow involved. I could be… Read more

Discussing weight loss is an incredibly intimate thing. But you know what’s even more personal? Discussing weight gain. For me, my weight has fluctuated more than Oprah over the last… Read more

I’m a sucker for a good sales pitch—especially when it comes to anything involving my vanity. Case in point, my galpal Dr. Amber Botros at Plaza Aesthetics & Wellness gently… Read more

The first time I stumbled into Little Brother in Windsor Heights a few years ago, I instantly became my mother. “Well, this place looks cute,” I said under my breath… Read more

About a decade ago, I was challenged to come up with a personal mantra—something that wholly defined me. The goal was to be succinct and mindful. According to my energy… Read more

I’ve been to three funerals in the past month—each more agonizing than the last. That’s approximately three more funerals than I’ve been to in the last five years. It got… Read more

Over the years, I’ve written about my medium Steffany Barton countless times—whether in blogs, or online, or even in the occasional bliss-filled social media musing. She was the perfect enigma… Read more

I was today years old when I learned the term “post-traumatic growth.” I was doing a podcast alongside a domestic violence survivor who shared the expression with me. Turns out,… Read more