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 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

Three Hots And A Cot

I’m at camp. Like, a legitimate camp. With three square meals a day, campfire singing, and competitive four square. I can’t lie, being served meals at 8 a.m., noon, and 6:30 p.m. in a communal…

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Killing Me Softly

I went to school with Jeanna. Her mom was the coolest. In the backseat of her top-down, some-type-of-Ford car, she’d twist the dial of bass and volume on the CD player into the double digits.…

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Call Me By My Name

Ma’am is a word thrown around here in the South like syrup at a Waffle House. I’m not a fan. It fits like a high school letterman’s jacket after forty years and an extra hundred…

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Master Expert Extraordinaire

I’m monitoring a mini icon of Dave’s face on Google Maps. My me time is dwindling because in sixteen minutes, Evelyn, red-faced from playing in 90-degree heat with a feels-like temperature of 101, will walk…

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Let The Mice Play

I’m liking writing less. The freedom I fantasize on the page, to far-off castles and who I become diving headfirst through a rainbow, is a locked box. No matter how hard I bang and dent…

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When the Eclipse Came to Town

I picked up the Country Living book and flipped through a thousand pages to the very end: the glossary. Thirty types of vinegar were listed, but I was only interested in one. Apple. The recipe…

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