Category Archives: Writings

It’s the second time she’s fourteen minutes late to a counseling session. After what I considered a poor excuse the first time, I set a limit; If you know you’re going to be late, I’d prefer a head’s up. At fifteen minutes past, I’m gone and but it’s fourteen after, and that’s when this email notificationContinue reading “Flip Upside Down”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” A ripping sensation meets my blissful slumber. “Shit!” And I’m off; down the stairs, hand on the phone, seeing the inevitable missed call, pushing a button. Then, in one ring, it’s answered.  “You still there?” I’m running back up the stairs, phone to my ear. “Yeah, I’m coming.Continue reading “Working 9 to 5”

In the book I’m writing, I present questions to myself as if I’m in a therapy session, where I am both the therapist and the client. Doing this exercise helps me connect with the raw and less polished aspects of myself. What’s going on with you today, Jaclynn? “I want to run away and neverContinue reading “I Quit”

I’m on Cosmopolitan martini numero dos. Dave’s sick at home, but he’s talking about making his way over here. As I write, a wild west theme boat parade is in the background. The 60-year-old lady crew at my parent’s house (plus or minus a few years) are chatting about their cruises to Italy, Portugal, andContinue reading “Gift of Therapy: #1”

I’m not too fond of busy work or the feeling that what I’m doing serves no purpose. You know, grinding, day in and day out, just a frizzy white-haired accountant punching a 9-key in a windowless basement with a stack of dusty to-dos that never reduces. With my pile piling, I’ve been curious about whatContinue reading “Take Me Home, Country Roads”

Did you know it’s the 182nd day of the year and that 183 days remain? While researching cool July 1st things to share with you, (like it being “Creative Ice Cream Flavor Day”) I stumbled on the fact that at midnight it’s smack dab in the middle of the year. Speaking of time, I’m behindContinue reading “Scratchy, Scratching, Scratched”

My imagination created a cleaning service due to seeing a pile of folded hand towels ready to be put away. The question is; If a maid swooped in, how would they know where they go? Stickers; round, easy-to-remove, color-coded stickers. That’s how! After the initial consultation and paperwork, I’d have received a sheet of stickersContinue reading “Scary Milk”

I am a weary soldier, hardened by battle, a tattered flag by my side. Limping at the hip as history’s events play in my mind. I waver in my power like a ship tossed to a storm; its dizzying reality slams me to my knees. The conviction in my cells says, “You can move mountains,”Continue reading “One Tin Soldier”