Tag Archives: My Real Memoir

Finding Peace Amid the Storm

Posted on May 27, 2025 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I’d awakened, badly hungover, at three in the morning, and begun thinking, “What if I go insane?” In the past, the notion would have been fleeting. But not this time. The more I thought about it, the more … Continue reading →

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The Storm That Had No End

Posted on May 20, 2025 by mitchteemley

Trigger warning: This post deals with anxiety. Title notwithstanding, the storm did eventually pass. My Real Memoir Rehearsals began immediately after my previous show. I’d loved playing a Scottish painter bantering with his feisty ex-lover. I was not looking forward … Continue reading →

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The Storm I Couldn’t See Coming

Posted on May 13, 2025 by mitchteemley

Image by PortSundries My Real Memoir There’d been signs early on, but I was too young to know what they meant. In primary school I’d heard the phrase, “Step on a crack and break your mother’s back,” and started avoiding cracks. … Continue reading →

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A Perfect Calm Before the Storm

Posted on May 6, 2025 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I stood in the dark one final time, and said, “Look, if you’re there, just cough or something.” As always, there was no answer. I was angry at God for not existing (although I wouldn’t admit it). … Continue reading →

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Slowly Drowning With No One “Up Top”

Posted on April 29, 2025 by mitchteemley

“Deep Sea Diver” by TolyanMy My Real Memoir I was busy, but not fulfilled. When I wasn’t writing, directing, acting, or falling in love, I felt empty, isolated. My big little academy The Newport Institute of the Arts had become a turnkey … Continue reading →

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I Did My Own Thing (and They Weren’t Impressed)

Posted on April 22, 2025 by mitchteemley

George, mime instructor at The Newport Institute of the Arts, 1975 My Real Memoir I was obsessive, proud, and doggedly devoted to dancing to my own tune. And all I asked in return was unlimited love and admiration. I’d learned as a … Continue reading →

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Falling Into My Pit of Pain

Posted on April 15, 2025 by mitchteemley

I have a high pain threshold. Hence, I barely notice small injuries. As I type this, I’m glancing down at a scab on my arm that’s bled several times. And yet I never even noticed the incident that caused it. … Continue reading →

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Is This the Mother of All Colds?

Posted on April 8, 2025 by mitchteemley

Today’s episode of My Real Memoir has been interrupted by Reality One-Oh-No. My wife and I returned late last night from what should have been a joyful trip to L.A. And it was. Sort of. We attended our niece’s wedding … Continue reading →

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Welcome to the Broken Hearts Club

Posted on April 1, 2025 by mitchteemley

Image by Obsidian Planet My Real Memoir I’d done the right thing, right? Saying no to an affair with a blazing hot married woman had to be fairly high on the virtuosity scale. But I didn’t feel virtuous, I felt lonely. Ruby had … Continue reading →

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Having a Conscience Is So Inconvenient

Posted on March 25, 2025 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I was still running my little school of the arts (and secretly living in a back room there) while attending Drama grad school. I wanted to direct. But because of my eleventh hour application, I’d been shoehorned in as … Continue reading →

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