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

Things They Slow

Who’s the big girl who fixed and updated her website? Pick me, pick me, pick me! With AI’s help, I took one, or is it two hundred, steps to turn plugins on and off, rename…

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Coming Back Down

I write to bring myself down. From up the wall. I coax the hundreds of mini wiggling fingers playing pianos on my chest to calm. Counseling got me all riled up, in a good way.…

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Proof of Life

I’m trying to prove to myself I’m still a human. Not the put-together type, but the feeling-deeply-kind. The heart dropping to the floor in the meaning of the moment. In all the noise, in the…

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Without Putting on a Show

My laptop screen and keys are reminiscent of a frat house carpet. Dust, a spattering of dried brown stickiness, a random hair, and an ink-like streak. Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t unsee it.…

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The Teddy Bear Tapes

I forgot how to write. Three or is it four days have passed. On a JBL speaker, my best friend Kristen and I sat listening to the podcast “The Teddy Bear Tapes.” The show’s creator,…

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Sinning in the South

The lawnmower game in the South is next level. Dilapidated houses —bordering on condemned and foreclosed —and what appear to be people with no budget for a thousand-dollar mower—I see them on these commercial-grade machines.…

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