The Tahoe/Truckee community lost one of its brightest stars on Nov. 13 when local entertainer and writer Joy Michiel died suddenly, leaving a hole in the hearts of many people in the community.

It was a pleasure to work nearly eight years with Joy at The Weekly magazine, and we all miss her every day at the office. But she will always be in our hearts.


If you had the pleasure of meeting Joy, she was the type of person that could not easily be forgotten, from her bubbly personality to her stage persona of Big Joy; she left an impression on everyone. Joy was boisterous and sweet, she could tell jokes to make you blush, and shed tears when someone she loved was hurting. She had a soft spot for anything with fur and lived for the Oscars.

And, she was a true entertainer. She appeared in movies (including “Claim” with Shane McConkey) and commercials during stints in New York City and Southern California before making Tahoe her home with her husband, Steve Caswell. Joy appeared in many stage productions in the community and was looking forward to performing in “Sweeney Todd” next year. She was also a comedienne who would dress up in costume to deliver a singing telegram, roast someone at a party (she was great at digging up dirt and crafting an original song), and hosting national conferences. One of her greatest passions was the Incline Village Follies, in which she and her husband performed every year.

But, most of all, Joy was a friend. She loved her friends and family (particularly her husband), and she was always there with a smile and a laugh. She lived and loved with gusto. She will be truly missed.

As someone recently said to me, “Joy is in heaven with the brightest spotlight on her, entertaining her biggest audience ever and loving every minute of it.” We miss you and love you, Joy.

A Celebration of Joy is planned for the spring, and condolences may be sent to her family at P.O. Box 1413, Crystal Bay, NV 89402.

~ Katherine E. Hill is owner, publisher, and editor of The Weekly.

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