Michelle Junot

Update + Upcoming Event

Hi Everyone,

I’ve started many-a-blogs and letters to you over the last three months to no avail. Like me, they’re just not sure what they want to be yet. So, here’s a boring-but-informational blog for you:

Notes from My Phone* has had a lot of publicity since November. If you’ve missed any of that, it might be because you don’t follow me on Facebook. But not to worry, you can fix that here or check out any of the links below.

Also, you can still get your copy of Notes* from Mason Jar Press. If you’ve already got your copy and you loved it, consider reviewing it here? If you’ve already got your copy, and you hated it, consider buying another one just be sure. Sometimes things don’t take the first time.

Finally, if you are in the Baltimore area (or you have lots of frequent flyer miles), I hope you’ll join me, the Black Ladies Brunch Collective, and Mason Jar Press for a special event on Wednesday, April 19. Full details available here.

That’s it for now. Thanks for all the amazing support these last six months–you know who you are.


Bird in Hand, 2016
Photo from Book Release on Dec. 6 at Bird in Hand in Baltimore.


Notes From My Phone Book Review | Monologging
March 2017

That’s How It Is With Me: A Review of Notes from My Phone* | The Lit Pub
February 2017

If My Book: Michelle Junot Monkey Bicycle
January 2017

Centenary Grad publishes unique book | Centenary College of Louisiana
January 2017

Lafayette-born author found a memoir in her smartphone’s notes The Advocate
January 2017

Review & Rant: Notes From My Phone* | Nikki Z. Richard
January 2017

Take Note: Local Author Michelle Junot Debuts New Book | Baltimore STYLE
December 2016

Michelle Junot’s “Notes from My Phone” — a review | Queen Mobs
December 2016

Text Message Memoir | Bmore Art
December 2016

One Year and Two Days Later: The In-Between

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!

This is may not be a love-post, per se, but I was reminded of it this weekend and it feels right today.

I hope you all enjoy a love- and joy-filled day no matter where God has you now.

(This essay has since been published by The Avenue.)

Michelle Junot

My book turned one on Saturday.

Now, I don’t have any kids—a fact my students remind me of frequently—but this feels significant. Or, actually, it feels like it should feel significant. Mostly it just feels weird and factual: One year (and two days) ago, my writing found its way into the hands of a lot of people all at once.

I should say something more about that, right? Or maybe I should run some kind of timely promotion like any good seller of stuff. [Okay, that I actually did. Check it out.] Or maybe I should address the many questions people ask me like, what’s next? Are you staying in Baltimore? What are you writing now? Seriously, are you really staying in Baltimore?

No matter what, I should say something about something—anything!—because I’m a writer and haven’t written anything of consequence [not totally true]…

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Thankful for Life Unedited

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

If you’re reading this, then I suspect you may be glued to your iphone or ipad or other internet-connected device, avoiding uncomfortable political confrontations with your families.

  1. You’re welcome. 2. I am not going there. 3. You’re welcome, again.

In keeping with my blog-post refrain, I’ve been meaning to write this for a while: I wrote (published through the good folks at Mason Jar Press) a new book titled Notes From My Phone* .


To my generous publisher’s dismay, I keep finding reasons to put this post off. As I continue to move the date further and further back and my excuses get less and less plausible, their responses have gone from

“okay, cool!”

to “yeah, okay”

to “okay…”

to “okay, is there something we can help with?”

to “okay, we do think this is pretty important, Michelle…”

Finally this week, over bacon, eggs, and a kind of vegetable I’d never had before (but  adored) I confessed: I’m freaking myself out. I’m overthinking it. I’m avoiding it—no idea why—but Thanksgiving provides a nice opportunity, right?

A nod in response and quick move to next item on the publicity list. Inside my own head, I added it to my long list of overdue projects: I will do this. No excuses. Thanksgiving.

So listen. Because I’m out of excuses, and I need to tell you all something.

I wrote a new book, and I think you should read it.

I’m telling you—I’ve now told you. And it’s almost here. Like less-than-two-weeks-away almost here. I’m excited…

Thank you to everyone who came out to support me and the other amazing readers at the 2016 Baltimore Book Festival. Can’t do any of this without you!

But also, if I’m being honest, I’m a little nervous.

It’s a book written by accident. You weren’t meant to read it, but now I’m asking you to. It’s a weird thing, y’all.

If a Facebook feed is someone’s “highlight reel” as I’ve heard it called, then Notes From My Phone* is a book full of the parts that were edited out.

It’s the doubts. The anger. The bad days. The shopping lists. The half-written, half-not-yet-processed poems from the margins of my life. So much so, that at times, I want to tell past me to “shake it off already,” and maybe you will, too.

But there’s something else there, that I can’t take credit for, because again I didn’t really mean to write it. And that’s my favorite part—that’s the reason I feel comfortable finally clicking “post” and asking you to read my words once again.

There’s something about looking at my life, almost from the distance of a stranger, that brings forth a gratefulness and beauty through the mundane, the sometimes-sharp edges, and unplanned (or planned and hopelessly “wrecked”) days of my life.

And that’s why—especially at a time when we’re fascinated with each of our own highlight reels (myself the worst of them all)—I think you should read Notes From My Phone*.

Plus, there’s a mouse in it.

So enough about that—Mason Jar, we good? (Kidding, you guys are amazing.)

I hope you each had a warm Thanksgiving, and no matter what the dinner conversation was about, I hope at the end of the day you’re thankful for the ones you’re with. It’s a horrible thing to get too caught up in being “right” (and believe me, I know this battle well. I think I’m right 104% of the time which I think says everything you need to know about that…).

May the rest of your holiday seasons be filled with the beauty and joy that lives in the unedited, sometimes messy versions of your lives.


Notes From My Phone* a self portrait in her twenties will be available Dec. 6.

You can purchase at the book release at Bird in Hand or online via Mason Jar Press (preferred for online sales) or Amazon.

You can help us spread the word by using the hashtag #NotesFromMyPhone on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. (Or, if you don’t want a hashtag is, you can simply tell all your friends.) More details to come.

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