I’m at SeaTac airports’ cell phone waiting lot, and as you might have guessed, I’m waiting. I’m early on purpose; a bit of space for me to clear my head. Four Hispanic males are standing nearby, taking photos of the “N” wing of the airport and of the airplanes. I want get out and practiceContinue reading “Flight Of The Bumbling Me”
Category Archives: Writings
Everybody Hurts
I’m feeling judged by what I write. That someone is watching and wagging their finger at every thought. Not good enough. Nope, not gonna cut it. No one cares. And then I break through these barriers like a winner in Red Rover. And I begin to trust my Archimedes ones that make me feel brilliant.Continue reading “Everybody Hurts”
Maximum Mayhem Mama
Do you know dogs and the zoomies? Well, whenever the duck’s pool water is newly filled, they too get the zoom-zoom-zooms. It’s as if the holy spirit bursts through them like a laser light beam, and their body can’t handle the power, so they become a projectile device moving without coordination or care. I feelContinue reading “Maximum Mayhem Mama”
Precious And Few
What to talk about tonight? The rain? The double-booking an hour and how shitty that feels? The not knowing what I want to write about. I’m breaking patterns, and feeling unsafe and uncomfortable is essential for growth. I felt removed from writing tonight and a longing. I don’t know what it is about music, butContinue reading “Precious And Few”
Ground Control To Major Tom
I’m on an unsubscribe kick in email land. I usually jam the delete button repeatedly; I’m now taking two or three extra steps to do it right. You know, doing what I can to take a load off future Jaclynn’s shoulders. Present Jaclynn has a lot on her shoulders. I have tension in my foreheadContinue reading “Ground Control To Major Tom”
What A Wonderful World
While being hand-delivered ice from Evelyn, Dave asks, “Do you think I can do it?” He isn’t talking to me, I learn. Instead, he is asking himself if he can cut a board in half or not. It turns out he can, and I cheer him on when he does. I’m chewing the ice, swallowingContinue reading “What A Wonderful World”
A Midsummer Knight’s Dreaminess
You might think I’d want to tell you all about the shirtless, bulging biceped jouster at the Renaissance Fair. And how myself – and Dave – managed to capture the specimen of a figure multiple times with our picture boxes. But I’ll save you all that sexiness and jump into the thick of it; meContinue reading “A Midsummer Knight’s Dreaminess”
Maria Maria
A thousand tries, cries, and wondering whys.The night shift clocks out earlyno one goes home.Under the sun is a world.That glimpses the shimmering fairy.And a light feeling tickles the toes.Candle wax is melted and stamped.An invitation is hand-delivered.Then a gentle knock. The door opens.An amber light glows, and energy flows.Then a Voice comes:“It wasn’t allContinue reading “Maria Maria”
Sons And Daughters
It was a predominantly bearded, Caucasian, over 40, flannel-wearing, graying, long-haired crowd at the concert tonight. I’m swyping on my phone, stuck in a post-concert traffic jam feeling the cool night air while wafts of blueberry smells from my friend’s vape pen fill my nose. Over the stereo is Lizzy Ellison, the backup singer forContinue reading “Sons And Daughters”
Naked And Afraid
I’m feeling too exposed, like on Halloween when the broach on my witches’ costume came unpinned when I was standing in the front of my entire fifth-grade class. Even though I recovered quickly, turning toward the chalkboard, pulling my shirt together, and re-pinning the broach, I can still feel the shake of my hands andContinue reading “Naked And Afraid”
Going On 40 