The waitress never knew what hit her. “Are we celebrating something special this evening?” The friendly-faced woman at La Spiaggia Ristorante asked me, along with my friends, Reid and Paul. Perhaps it was our boisterous and lively demeanor that led to her question, as we seemed as eager and energetic as puppies behind a glassContinue reading “Triple Threat”
Category Archives: Writings
Backwoods Bonding
Four logs in the Lopi stove, Foreigner vinyl spinning, and Reid reading about “No pest strips” to Paul and me means we made it safely to the cabin. At 9:41 PM, I imagine bedtime won’t be long now. It’s the first time my best buds are here. A two-night stay in the backwoods of Copalis,Continue reading “Backwoods Bonding”
Lost in Space
You know what? Right now, I’m feeling a bit off, in a way that I’m not quite in the frame of mind to understand. My thoughts seem to race away just as I try to grasp them, leaving me feeling vulnerable and uncertain. There’s a fear of judgment lingering in the back of my mind,Continue reading “Lost in Space”
Puff Puff. Pass.
Pow! Off into the sky, soaring past seagulls and eagles, there it goes. Going, going, gone. Goodbye baseball. And every time after that—can you believe it?!—the ball contacts right square in the bat’s center. Some days, you feel like everything goes your way. As a therapist, the stars for all my clients in a dayContinue reading “Puff Puff. Pass.”
Welcome Back Jon
Lance Bass held up an all-caps, handwritten 8”x11” loose-leaf notebook sign that read “Not Taylor Swift” while at the Super Bowl two days ago. And now, as I sit in a too-hot bath, knowing I’m late to write a post, with procrastination’s fuel at my fingertips, I’m ready to spit at ya. What’s with America’sContinue reading “Welcome Back Jon”
In the Red
“Ships don’t sink because of the water around them. Ships sink because of the water that gets in them. Don’t let what’s happening around you get inside you and weigh you down.” What a beauty of a line, huh? I read that on building somewhere. There’s probably a mariner out there with a rebuttal, “NotContinue reading “In the Red”
A Dreary Dream: A Poem
I think I see you. In a frozen shard of a thousand pieces of broken glass. If I pick it up there’s a change the trance will remark you’re really here. What a liar time is when it folds on itself, an accordion linking then to now. I’ll look down at the deepening wound, what?Continue reading “A Dreary Dream: A Poem”
Moments and Maple Syrup
It’s Ratatouille on the wall with the projector and homemade kettle corn with a drizzle of maple syrup on top. It’s that kind of night, a smooth, slow ending to a long and worthwhile day. I’m in a cozy mood, likely influenced by the movie’s French ambiance. I want to take a cooking class andContinue reading “Moments and Maple Syrup”
Poo Poury Outie
While browsing Target’s board games for a 5-year-old’s birthday, I saw Doo Doo Kangaroo, took a picture of it, and sent it to a friend. She later text me with this video of the game, and this: “If I’m getting the concept right, the game is you force-feed doughnuts to a kangaroo sitting on aContinue reading “Poo Poury Outie”
Day Off
I’m giving myself the night off. Why? Because I can and I’m proud of my writing. I’ll be back here tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 