My favorite aspect of vacation is sliding into its lazily laid-plan mindset, however, whenever I fish for it after the work week, my tippy toes never quite reach. Today was different. On the outdoor patio I watched movie after movie, swung in the hanging chair, kayaked, talked to a neighbor about nothing in particular, andContinue reading “Believe In The Wind”
Category Archives: Writings
Ducks (Not) In A Row
I’ve found two four-leaf clovers; one when I was eight and the other when I was 35. And both times it felt like I’d won the lottery. Desiring to keep the first forever, my mom taught me to spritz the delicate leaves and stem with hairspray before sandwiching it between two pieces of saran wrap.Continue reading “Ducks (Not) In A Row”
Holey Moley
I took this post’s picture of a fresh molehill in my newly manicured lawn. My go-to fixes for them is using a water hose to find the exit hole and wash in the soil and rocks. I love it when our Georgia family members visit and ask what they are; I want to say thoseContinue reading “Holey Moley”
Butterflies & Bees, Oh My
What I’ll leave behind in nine minutes as I trek downstairs to a final counseling session is sitting cross-legged on the deck, the cat’s nose pressed against the screened window, Archie back wrestling an itch into the lawn, Dave laying out on a lawn chair, as Evelyn naps on the couch inside. Did you knowContinue reading “Butterflies & Bees, Oh My”
Don’t Judge A Book
I’m enjoying editing a portion of my book. So much so that I’m cutting and pasting it here to get back to it. I see this regularly in counseling sessions. The deer in the headlights look tells me when I’ve gone too far but also that I’m right where I need to be. The semiContinue reading “Don’t Judge A Book”
Navigating Change
Life is never about simple choices. I could have sworn the “Tea with Mom” at Evelyn’s school wasn’t for another week, and had I blocked out the time, I wouldn’t be in this position. “I’m not a bad mom, right?” The choice not to reschedule my 3 pm and 4 pm sessions on Thursday hasContinue reading “Navigating Change”
Turn The Page
As I paint the house’s siding with Benjamin Moore’s color “hale navy”, the FM radio’s randomness plops me back into memories – to exes, to graduating high school, to a memory of Wayne, a poker player to whom I dealt. There was something about Wayne. On more than one occasion, his chair got removed becauseContinue reading “Turn The Page”
Picture This
I feel one step removed. The zone out, snap your fingers, and ask, “Where’d you go?” kind of state. With bum in the sand, and hand on my phone, I sat readied to write this post. But no words came. So here’s my day in photos. Love, Jaclynn
Fleeting Gems
“That’s why we don’t name them.” Dave consoles me after we find the second dead duck of the week. Whereas when the first vanished, I could play pretend that she was backstroking in a jacuzzi pond with a flock of male suitors and snacking on grubs, I didn’t have the luxury with the second. ItContinue reading “Fleeting Gems”
Where Is My Mind?
I’m a counselor, for eff’s sake; aren’t I invincible to mental health lapses? I floated into a panicky place earlier, and I’m embarrassed about how powerless I felt. The trigger was over-personalizing. Out of boredom, when hearing a friend tell a story, I inserted myself into it as though they were talking about me. IContinue reading “Where Is My Mind?”
Going On 40 