I can’t calm myself down. I miswrote calm just now, typing clam. Ha, that’s funny. The reason for my internal freak out is I’m scared that an upcoming family therapy session will devolve into a Jerry Springer episode. Did my use of Jerry Springer date me? Guess not; Google tells me it only stopped airingContinue reading “Winny Wins”
Category Archives: Writings
Lie To Me
Life’s too grand of an adventure not to play with all the spices and cook with them well. “Oh, she’s learning to be deceptive.” Dave filled me in on the details when he asked Evelyn where an unusual sound came from, “probyee, it was Mom.” Her deceit is far from the criminal level, so forContinue reading “Lie To Me”
Time Marches On
When it’s a blah day I don’t see value in sharing my experience. But writing in the third person (as though it were somebody else’s life entirely) makes things interesting. She pats kale, arugula, carrot, buttercrunch lettuce, and basil seeds into chilled soil as she gambles that winter’s frosty days have passed. Later, she’ll becomeContinue reading “Time Marches On”
A Frayed Knot
I feel compelled to choke back my verbal vomit, but I won’t. I hate today; it’s a giant turd. I wish I could flush it down the toilet, instead it got stuck. First, the therapist note requirements for insurance companies increased significantly. Next, Evelyn landed head-first on the tile floor – triggering my biggest fearContinue reading “A Frayed Knot”
Down The Hatch
I love connecting with my writing as it helps me connect with myself. But right now, I’m feeling slightly disconnected, and I don’t know why. I feel time’s pressure; its tick, tick, tick flicks a nerve that’s unnerving. I try to push it aside, but its face scowls as it faces me. What I doContinue reading “Down The Hatch”
Night Moves
Instead of breathing life into my dreams, I kill them off. Like George R.R. Martin, I cut my favorites at the throat. Not a pretty picture, but what’s it matter? You’ll stand by and let me. No one will save you from yourself. No one that is, but you. Love, Jaclynn
Scrub, Scrub, Scrub
They say to pump perfume spray into the air and gently brush your body into its mist. Not me. After triggering a drizzle, I jumped into the air like a knobby-kneed gazelle, almost face-planting myself onto the bathroom’s cold tile. I guess what I’m asking is, is smelling pleasant worth a sprained ankle? Speaking ofContinue reading “Scrub, Scrub, Scrub”
Self-Care Stuff
Harsh feelings are always around, but it’s nice knowing I have tools in the ol’ bag to work cooperatively with them. I’m on the second of a five part series in a self-care newsletter and recently shared that changing “I feel ___” to “something in me feels ____ “ can shift our perspective on howContinue reading “Self-Care Stuff”
How to Deal Poker – Part 1
Dealing in various casinos for over a decade I know about whipping cards across a felt. For a writing exercise, I reminisced about my poker days and provided step-by-step instructions on dealing. I didn’t include the entire piece here, but will add Part 2 at a later date. As always, thanks for stopping by. Love,Continue reading “How to Deal Poker – Part 1”
The Therapy Virgin
I saw a therapist for the first time when I was 25. I was a mess and didn’t know who to turn to, and a friend recommended his therapist Lori. With her short spiked hair and intense eyes, I sat on her couch, not knowing a thing about therapy. Fearing her judgment, I tiptoed aroundContinue reading “The Therapy Virgin”
Going On 40 