Category Archives: Writings

I stare a little too hard at the white glow of the neon sign that reads, “Let’s get naked,” as the not-quite-scalding bath water and salts do their magic. I’m in decompression mode, in the bath after a long workday, and my mind replays the day’s tape, scanning for unbuttoned tasks. I’m tempted to textContinue reading “The Art of Not”

Not in the mood Cuz I got a ‘tude Don’t mean to be rude But this post I will conclude Love, Jaclynn

I swear the butt cream made me do it. A sentence likely uttered once or twice in humanity’s time on Earth. So, hear me out. Without a diagnosis for two reddish circular spots on my face—maybe a rash—I saw an internet post of a person with similar markings. They used calamine lotion and zinc oxideContinue reading “Sliding into Home”

I feel whooped. Purposefully keeping a low-to-moderate schedule means freedom and flexibility are prioritized—until recently, when Evelyn’s baseball practice and Cub Scouts added three days of to-dos to the week, along with the social costs. It’s funny how much I wanted this for Evelyn, and in the same breath… I, as in me, don’t. It’sContinue reading “Free Bees For All”

Perimenopause is a buzzword and a hot topic for my age and sex demographic. For all that’s known about it, for the one potentially afflicted, there’s still this lurking question: is it happening or not? I feel like I have a Gollum emerging in me. In the recesses of my mind, this barely-haired, cave-dwelling creatureContinue reading “My Precious Friend”

I’m discombobulated. Toilet paper is strung from the sole of my foot, my shirt’s on backward, and I’ve got black eyeliner streaming down my face. It’s nothing a little writing, an NCAA March Madness game with the Gonzaga Bulldogs, and some evening crickets drifting through the windows can’t handle. I’ll straighten back out. It’s justContinue reading “Usually It Is”

The hummers are back, the hummers are back! The thought registered seconds after I watched the darting, mini narwhal-nosed flier poke in and out of one of the two feeders I’d stocked with a quarter cup of sweet sauce, just in case. Now I’m on alert. A portion of their energy source is me—and willContinue reading “Where the Wisteria Blooms”

A wet rag in hand, I grip the black front porch rail, wiping away the greenish-yellow, Ghostbusters-slime-colored pollen. Maybe it’s the color—the vibrance of it—that brings a text conversation with my friend Paul to mind. He’s in Portugal, sending photos of a bright blue sky over a lively cityscape. He said he could see ourContinue reading “From Grit to Glisten”

Running has become an obsession. I love it. Not every single second, mind you, but the moments just after a strenuous hill or a mentally low spot, the clouds part. I never know if or when I’ll break through, when the concrete suffering bubble will pop, but I’m here to say it does. And whenContinue reading “Make It To The Sign”

I find myself pondering the softness of the average Georgian when it comes to weather. It confounds me. I hate to be an “in my day” kind of older person, but… in my day, scheduled rec league T-ball practice did not get canceled for “being too cold” on a 50-degree, sunny day. I know thisContinue reading “Back to Square One”