How’s it 8:41 p.m. already, huh?! Paused on the TV, ready for play to be pressed, is the movie The Witches. I grew up on the one with Anjelica Huston from 1990 and remember its weird impact on me as a kid. It was a touch thrilling, scary, and otherworldly. I loved it. Evelyn’s atContinue reading “Movie Night”
Category Archives: Writings
Where Seldom Is Heard
On a plastic dinglebog, I’ve hung an eye mask. It’s night two of front yard camping, and that’s one thing I learned from night one—the sun’s a big, bad bully to this flimsy, flamsy nylon. Evelyn is searching high and low for a white bunny stuffie she supposedly brought in here. Getting these kinks outContinue reading “Where Seldom Is Heard”
An Unnecessary Turf War
I run. When I do, I take up the third half of a lane—the left lane. I run straight toward oncoming traffic, but 99% of the time I’m on country roads or in town—a town a 2026 census placed at 784 to 1,257 people—and the care for my safety means drivers move completely out ofContinue reading “An Unnecessary Turf War”
Where We Lay Our Head
Bus 24-74 is one of a barrage of buses that crosses our front porch’s vantage point. In the long string of buses, it’s that bus—the one that honks. I anticipate its arrival, looking at the watch or clock, wondering if it’s time yet. At or around 3 p.m., she comes. Like clockwork. On those weekday,Continue reading “Where We Lay Our Head”
How I Turned a Small Moment Into a Big Problem
It started after a session with a newish client. The intersection of feeling needed by them and my sense I’ve failed them does it. Their story sucked me in and spit me out, and suddenly I wasn’t balanced or settled or strong. I’d fallen into an unliked version of myself—pulled out to sea in emotion,Continue reading “How I Turned a Small Moment Into a Big Problem”
Back Alley Mind
I’m spinning in a toilet bowl that isn’t flushing. About relationships. About what I didn’t say, didn’t do, where my voice is throttled or too much or off. When I finally climb to the toilet’s seat, panting and wringing out the waterloggedness, I slip and back in I go. It’s always relational, this insecure back-alleyContinue reading “Back Alley Mind”
Bippity Boppity Boutique
Like a ship in a storm, the waves pound me sideways—unrelenting and unforgiving. The AliExpress seller scam sucked me dry for $150, and my savior, PayPal, spat at me and sided with the seller. Since helplessness nor resignation is written in my life’s mission statement, I slathered that thick, waxy stuff atop my cuts andContinue reading “Bippity Boppity Boutique”
Night Off
Real quick, hit my personal record on the two-mile run tonight. Other than that, no news. See you tomorrow! Love, Jaclynn
Don’t Call Me Shirley
How do you use social media? A woman on a mission, a woman on a mission. Too long I’ve couched it; a lazy Saturday, Super Mario Wonder–playing flips my twitchy switch. Out the front door, I bolt. Driven by my green friends—how are they today? The ten immature hedges are looking worse for wear. IContinue reading “Don’t Call Me Shirley”
Running On Full
I can do hard things. At the tail end of mile one of a four-mile run this morning, the thought came to me. At the same time, a strong whiff of decaying turkey vulture carcass hit my nostrils, but on the next breath, it was replaced by the sweet wisteria scent. Often when I run,Continue reading “Running On Full”