Category Archives: Writings

I absolutely adore the way our house cleaner diligently scrubs away those unsightly rings around the toilet bowl with a pumice stone, and how their loving craftsmanship miraculously transforms every soiled spot on the base and lid into a pristine, showroom-worthy display. And with a final polish and a touch of a fragrant scent, makesContinue reading “Sidestepping a Serial Killer”

Fifty-four miles, that’s the distance our adorable little train track has covered since we received it as a Christmas gift last year. Even though it hasn’t left the confines of our living room, Dave’s app keeps a running tally. Today, for the first time, we decided to set it up around the kitchen island, completeContinue reading “Yep!”

Love, Jaclynn

Couples counseling is akin to me, the head chef, trying to understand a meal’s preparation process as the cooks responsible for it share their methods. Today, in the metaphorical kitchen, I observed the two cooks unfortunate inability to see each other’s perspective, an escalation of emotions, swearing, and a heaping of mistrust in assembling theirContinue reading “Cooking with Couples in Counseling”

Taking a moment to ground myself, I’m savoring the sour cream and onion seasoning one chip at a time while waiting for my veggie sandwich in a cozy local deli. It’s a comforting place, where you can overhear interesting conversations among community members. Today, a uniformed police officer and a fireman playfully argue about whoContinue reading “Therapist Troubles”

A few times a week, I find myself falling into trap doors leading to melancholic, woe-is-me rooms. The trigger is time slipping through my fingers, especially the time I spend with Evelyn, my Dad, and all the people I hold dear. It’s like carrying around the heaviest boulder of grief, and I can’t stand it.Continue reading “The Unimaginable”

In the leathery scent of a rental car, I checked over my shoulder. There was something about driving this thing, even in the familiar parking lot of my workplace, where I’ve spent the last three years. It felt new and, frankly, a bit unnerving. I’ve been thinking about insights lately – the ability to tapContinue reading “Insightful Blindspots”

I find it fascinating that I’m trapped in that peculiar vortex where writing for others seems intimidating. It’s akin to that schoolyard bully lurking behind the corner of the building, waiting to push you unexpectedly, just when you’ve let your guard down on the downward sway of the swing set. From feeling so comfortable andContinue reading “Escaping the Bully”

I’m not feeling inspired to write at the moment. As much as I’m pushing myself to, the words just aren’t flowing. And that’s fine. Tomorrow is a new day, a fresh chance to let my creativity flourish. And even if tomorrow never comes, I want to express my gratitude for every moment I’ve experienced inContinue reading “Short but Sweet”