Writings – Page 67 – Going On 40

The Dark: A Poem

I’m a creator, the maker, the happenin’ kind. The sure-footed rock hound, clearly bound, by nothing. Ain’t that something? I take two steps to your three, then calmly—scratch that, tranquilly—bow out for beauty sleep. Not a peep. Let’s not play, pretend you’re not a puppet on my string. If you need a hug, that’ll beContinue reading “The Dark: A Poem”

Future Dreaming

One expectation for therapists is that they’re put together, have things figured out, and are ordered. I denounce that. For someone who falls apart daily, and enjoys doing so, I will always rage against the machine that tries to tell me otherwise. I’m impressed with U-Haul. For $4,000, they’ll drop off two pods in ourContinue reading “Future Dreaming”

Catching Moments

Writing is an accountability. It’s like homework that often feels good after you do it, never before. That’s not altogether true. Often during the day, I think fondly about what I want to write, especially after seeing something fun. Like the 80-plus-year-old man playing the accordion with his band mates. It was Pride Fest inContinue reading “Catching Moments”

Island Hopping

Even though the uphill walk was 17 minutes from where the Kenmore float plane dropped us, I believe I’m vacationing well. Seated on a faded red nylon chair in a parking lot spot at the Ora Inn, amidst a slight breeze and robin calls, I write. Here’s a photo of the smallest bedroom hotel roomContinue reading “Island Hopping”

Float Flight Eve

This is me taking the night off of writing. But I want you to know I’m both leery and excited about my first-ever float plane ride tomorrow. Dave’s long-standing dream will come true, and I’ll be his co-person. We’ll stay two nights in Friday Harbor, eat out yummy food, and see spectacular sights. I’ll fillContinue reading “Float Flight Eve”

Making Memories of Us (Book Part 20)

Previous Jason routes us to a food truck when I mention I’m hungry. “There’s a tater tot burrito I get. It’s the only thing worth getting.” I pay more than I’d like for food that’s meh at best, but like my Dad says, “It’ll make a poop.” Jason follows up the food with a two-for-oneContinue reading “Making Memories of Us (Book Part 20)”

Let Lying Flies Lie

I am mad and unsatisfied with my time expenditure. I want to blame you, but that’s no way to take accountability. Yesterday, I found myself fixated on a fly stuck between the inside of the screen and my bedroom window. “You will die here,” I thought, knowing its fate with 100% accuracy. It’s a burdenContinue reading “Let Lying Flies Lie”

House Update

Love, Jaclynn

Deaths at Sturgis (Book Part 19)

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)”

Contingent Contentment

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”