I’m Marie Well, as in healthy well. At least, that’s my aim—to get well and make you well. We all have woes, from breakups to cancer to hoarder houses. I’m here to fix those woes—with tips mixed with my own tales.
Why read me? I’ve got a track record of fixin’ stuff. I’ve cured myself of anxiety. For a decade, I had anxiety attacks that struck almost daily. When not stricken, I’d write Voice articles, mostly on how to combat stress.
And then my world changed. One week went by with no attacks. A month. A year. Two years. And counting.
Now, I want to skyrocket our health—and bolster our creativity. After all, nothing soothes better than strokes of paint or tones of music or reps in a gym.
So, let’s get fit, creative, and well with Marie Well.
Love. Gym B.O. Superfoods. What do these three have in common? The perfect date. Eight months ago, I never exercised. I barely managed a block walk while dragging my sore knee. Most days, I felt dead-tired and nauseated. Me—the perfect date from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Now, after eight months of exercise, I’m turning… Read more »
When life slaps you to the floor, grin. Yes, comedians say, “Your worst memories bring big laughs—like it or not.” Jim Carrey faced claims that he gave his ex-girlfriend an STD. He went into hiding, resurfacing with a shaggy beard. On a talk show, he joked “The question is not, ‘Why are you growing a… Read more »
Have you been slapped with chapped lips, zits, wrinkles, or dandruff? I’ve had it all, but found cures—natural cures. The cure for chapped lips? I used to buy $50 monthly lip balm, which never worked. But then, I started eating a daily slice of pineapple. At first my mouth stung, but after a week, the… Read more »
Imagine life as a coffee addict dentist: jittery paws and black-stained jaws. Or a stressed-out surgeon who sips coffee to unwind. Slicing skin during anxiety attacks. In my younger days, I’d drink nonstop pots of coffee. I spent more on caffeine than on my education. And due to coffee-rushes, I’d lie awake bedtimes, fretting. But… Read more »
Would you eat worms? A rat buffet? Hamburger Helper? If so, you’re well on your way to a three-thousand calorie day. My favorite childhood memories? Me and Mom munching crazy dishes: gizzards, livers, and cow tongues. Even Papa joined the charade, chomping snake meat, frog legs, and other crawlies. To this day, Papa boasts watching… Read more »
Would you read an unknown author’s essay on finding fame? A homeless guy’s article on making millions? A sickly woman’s writeup on health and fitness? Not long ago, my health dropped so drastically I feared dying before my 50th birthday. I felt nauseated most days, so tired I could barely open my eyes to read. … Read more »
Are you as crafty as Martha Stewart’s prison-time? She mixed her hobby with hard-knocks, fetching herbs while roaming prison lawns. She whipped up gourmet meals for inmates while looking polished in prison stripes. Spotless cell too, I bet. At work, my office looked messy; my hair, Einsteinian. My computer screen rimmed with sticky notes, scrawled… Read more »
For New Year’s Day, what topped your resolutions? To look as fit as bikini-clad Wonder Woman? As fit as shirtless Ryan Gosling? Or as fit as Michael Moore’s speedo? Every New Year, I make resolutions for fitness—with failing willpower. But this year, I got fit and healthy. And magic happened. My size-six executive wardrobe fits. … Read more »
Do you want to write like an illiterate? Like Stephen King stripped of K-12? Like J. K. Rowling at a loss for how to handwrite the letter “H”? I’d bet you do—that is, if you love Shakespeare. Some say Shakespeare, an illiterate, honed his mastery in adulthood. Others say he had a ghost writer. As… Read more »
What brings you pleasure? Lunch at a comedy club? Lunch by a still pond? Or lunch loaded with Redbulls and ballpark franks at a spelling bee? I once got highs over perfect math grades. I’d stare at math textbooks until midnight, solving problems. A 100% exam scored a victory. Anything else, meh. Yet, I fretted… Read more »