Howdy, I’m Jaclynn.

I write about the wonderfully weird experience of being human.

As a licensed mental health counselor, I’m endlessly fascinated by the things we hide, the stories we tell ourselves, and the strange ways our brains try to keep us safe (even when they’re making a spectacular mess of things).

My writing starts on the inside of an experience. I like putting words to feelings that usually come out as, “Ugh… I don’t know, it’s just… this.” Through storytelling, humor, and psychological insight, I try to make messy emotional experiences feel a little more understandable, a little more practical, and a lot less lonely.

If you’re looking for a writer, a speaker, or someone who’s happy to spend an unreasonable amount of time wondering why humans do the things we do, I’m glad you found your way here.

Love,
Jaclynn


The Things I Notice

Knock Off Pods

“Everybody, socks. I need your socks.” Standing in the laundry room, I stared in awe at the blue, gooey substance dripping down the wall and spilling across the floor. I’d shot down Dave’s idea of…

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Protecting the View

I’m a soccer coach. Assistant, really. The idea for Katie and me to lead the team came from wanting our daughters to be on the same team. With her coaching last year, she knows the…

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Tomorrow’s Story

In another day lies what I want to write about. Far from here. My brain is a scrambling of eggs, fresh-laid ones, mind you, with a bit of cheese, paprika, milk, salt, and pepper, just…

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The Hidden Costs of Social Media

I kept deleting Facebook after using it. It wasn’t because I hated social media. It was because every time I closed the app, I felt like I’d spent twenty minutes chasing adrenaline, drama, or comment…

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Big Bugging in the South

I get big ideas. Ideas that feel like acres and acres of playground, face painted, cotton candy in hand, believing this is the place forever and ever. Then the fun stops, the music fades, my…

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Sinking Slowly

Seconds after we pulled into the driveway from a trip to Waffle House, the lake house, and dropping Grandma and Grandpa off at the airport, Evelyn said, “I’m bored.” Seconds. That statement usually sends me…

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