Category Archives: Writings

I’m falling apart a bit. A few seams undone—slowly, but unmistakably—unraveling. I feel too exposed. Too much of the wrong thing. Too not what you want. Too abrasive, like low-grit sandpaper—the kind used for the toughest, messiest jobs. A little neglectful, even, in ways I can’t quite name. I watched a video once. More thanContinue reading “Unraveling Raviolis”

Since the official bedtime of 8:15 p.m., Evelyn and her sleepover buddy have picked sugar snap peas from the garden, gathered books and flashlights, played with dolls, discovered a rogue nail (not finger, the hammer kind) in the carpet, and fetched ice water. It’s now 9:40 p.m., and Dave and I have absolutely zero caresContinue reading “Wrangling Cats”

Garden Journal – Spring & Summer 2025 This will be a guidebook—failures, fantasies, and real data—to help prep for fall planting and long-term bed planning. This year’s gardening approach has been… YOLO. A handful of seeds tossed here and there, seeing what sticks. Honestly, it was necessary. The first tropical storm’s downpour flattened and erodedContinue reading “Georgia Gardening Take #1”

Tonight, writing feels intrusive. I’d rather be hiding behind the couch—writing feels like someone knocking at the door when I’m in no mood for visitors. It reminds me of when the Mormon missionary boys came by. Living in the country, we rarely got solicitors. But one afternoon, spying white button-downs and slack-wearing teens through theContinue reading “Floating Up, Up and Away”

I signed up after receiving what I thought was just another junk email—a podcast invitation. I still don’t know if it’s legitimate, but it could be fun if it is. Also? Uncomfortable. And scary. But after yesterday’s addition to my book, I felt confident in my story, in my knowledge of mental health, and abilityContinue reading “Small Town Delight”

The sky’s tummy has been grumbling all day. The latest crack was too loud and too close, sending Evelyn, Dave, and me inside from the patio. It’s the laziest kind of Sunday—one where my eyes linger on downed limbs and branches, on the eroding bank beside the pool. That? That’s future Jaclynn’s problem to cleanContinue reading “The Dog in Me”

In less than ten seconds, I went from thinking I’d need to break its neck to wanting to squeeze it, love it, and make it mine forever. I swear, I didn’t wake up thinking a chipmunk would become the latest addition to our family. But when Cora—the dog—injured the little guy just enough to leaveContinue reading “Love, Kiss, Squeeze ‘Em”

I’ve got a basketball-sized ball of dough out on the patio with me. The crickets and frogs are in full swing, harmonizing beneath the glow of the patio lights. What can I say—I’m a night baker. Supposedly, I’ll get 36 hamburger buns from this buttery beast, but that remains to be seen. I’m in myContinue reading “Tick-Tactic-Pull”