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Love, Jaclynn

Previous As I enter Sturgis’s downtown, moments snapshot in my mind. A Marlboro man with a thick handlebar mustache holds a string lingerie-like dress to his lady’s petite frame with a nod of approval. The greasy fair-like smell mingles with tones of exhaust. The bare breasts, nipples covered with sequins. I’ve landed on another planetContinue reading “Deaths at Sturgis (Book Part 19)”

The cutest offer came in just this evening after our second open house. It’s a full offer from a six-person family that also noted Lana the dog and Hunter the bird in the agreement. The sale is contingent on their home’s sale, which is listed in a “hot” market, according to them. The closing wouldContinue reading “Contingent Contentment”

Let’s talk pools. Where once I thought I wanted a liner pool, I’m now interested in a concrete one. The downside to concrete is that it’s rough and tears at kids’ feet. The downside to a liner is that it can rip, and every 7-12 years, it needs to be replaced for several thousand dollars.Continue reading “Fake it to Make it”

“Garbage in, garbage out,” my tall, red-headed buzz-cut fastpitch Coach Zenonian used to say. When we were fielding ground balls, he’d call it like a demand, meaning accept the ball into your glove, pivot it to your hand, and throw it to the right base. In, out. Efficient, proficient, do it. I’m taking a garbage-inContinue reading “When a House Talks”

Jumping from one velvety cream pillow to the next, Evelyn said, “It’s like we’re living in a new house.” With the staging furniture still here and the house no closer to being sold, I’m curious how long we get to keep this fancy stuff. Archie enjoys the faux fur rug, and I’m getting compliments onContinue reading “Rubber Biscuit”

I’m reaping the benefits of working from home. Sitting pantless on the staged downstairs couch, I’m watching the third season of Bridgerton. Could I have explored this space similarly with my pants on? Sure, but it wouldn’t feel this free. I know Dave won’t mind me sharing this; I thought about divorce yesterday. Now, theContinue reading “Grateful in Grief”

I’m saving locations in the “Georgia” section on the Map app on my phone. There’s the “No Longer Bound” thrift store, the “Read It Again” bookstore, and Jekyll Island. My top pick, however, is The Center for Puppetry Arts, where I hope The Labyrinth exhibit will still be in rotation. Fifteen years ago, I visitedContinue reading “Hand Sock Love”

After rave reviews for U-Pack from my friend Laura I was confident to switch from the Uhaul truck. Her multiple cross-country moves make her an expert adviser on the matter. The plan for July 14th includes three adults, one child, and one dog taking off in a mid-size SUV. A weird goal of mine isContinue reading “All’s Well That Ends Well”

It was hard to pull away from the Edible Flower puzzle to write. Laura, my friend from forever, is still working on it, and even though it’s been years since I’ve seen her, it feels like days. With her 42nd birthday just yesterday, I arrived with a small pink rose plant, and tonight we sangContinue reading “Weekend with the Willner’s”