Writing is hard when I worry. The neighbor’s dog bit Archie, and although I’m not concerned, I’m concerned. He has an inch-and-a-half slice on his side that I put hydrogen peroxide on, and he’s on bed rest. It reminds me of the time I had a 16-year-old cat, Patches, who ran away for three days.Continue reading “Moaning in the Morning”
Category Archives: Writings
Plucks and Paragraphs
Have you seen the “If you lived here, you’d be home” banners roped to apartment buildings? I think they’re dumb. As it took two shampoo washings to do the top and bottom half of my breast-covering long hair, I’d had enough. If only the top existed, I’d be home. Fast forward, and I booked aContinue reading “Plucks and Paragraphs”
Bon Voyage Beach
Before heave-hoeing an electric lawn mower into the truck’s bed, I stopped Dave and, with pleading eyes, vented, “I can’t do chaos. I just can’t do it”. My utterance came after a phone call with a highly escalated client in the thick of dysfunction. I wanted to help, but the call with yells, sobs, and threatsContinue reading “Bon Voyage Beach”
The Welcoming Committee (Book Part 17)
Previous My senses are bombarded with exhaust fumes, window-rattling bass, and many busy drivers I must keep attention to. A DJ on the radio speaks at an auctioneer’s pace, “Come on down to”—some car lot, I don’t catch the name of—”and spend that hard-earned Sturgis money on a brand new 2012…” Spying a turn offContinue reading “The Welcoming Committee (Book Part 17)”
Bear Lodge (Book Part 16)
Previous With Sturgis an hour away, a brown metal sign for Devil’s Tower tempts me. A detour up Highway 14 would work well for me with bikers likely still asleep. Searching its Wikipedia page, I find the Lakota Tribe’s mythology of the landmark interesting. “A group of girls were playing and got chased by hugeContinue reading “Bear Lodge (Book Part 16)”
The Sentimental Sort
I’m a shaken, not stirred snow globe of cloudy frenzy. But a cruise down I-5 at dusk soothes me, the shades of blue, from the horizon’s teal to the dark blue above. The smooth transition of blues is in the wheelhouse of a skilled painter, not mine. My task is painting with words the crispContinue reading “The Sentimental Sort”
The Longest Night (Book Part 15)
Previous Chapter 3 Therapist: Do you ever think of suicide?Me: That’s a weird question, considering I’ve never mentioned it. No, I’m too scared to do something like that.Therapist: In a way, how you’re using drugs and drinking to anesthetize yourself – not to mention the risky sex – could be looked at as a slowContinue reading “The Longest Night (Book Part 15)”
Steady as a Rock (Book Part 14)
Previous Turning into the gravel pull-off, I notice a car parked in my spot, which is unsettling. Halfway on the walk to my camping site, my shuffling feet and clinking cooking pot alert him. Sitting on a boulder is a man, who has turned and is looking right at me. With his heels set againstContinue reading “Steady as a Rock (Book Part 14)”
Taking the Night Off
To watch Below Deck and read. See you tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn PS The profile photo is a cross-stitch my friend made for me. Isn’t it beautiful?
The ‘Do Run Run (Book Part 13)
Previous At the three-month mark of the road trip, while in Slab City, an off-grid alternative lifestyle community, I met a nomadic woman. Her eyes, tanned skin, and lack of hair enchanted me. If she can do it, why can’t I, I thought. This young person’s ownership of her near-bald scalp inspired me and created theContinue reading “The ‘Do Run Run (Book Part 13)”
Going On 40 