Category Archives: Writings

As I drive the final half mile to work, I observe the sun-worn figures, their hands holding onto “Slow” sign poles, walkie talkie antennas, and cigarettes, a scene that greets me every morning adjacent to a construction zone. On the next block, the food bank line forms with several dozen people, some seated on theContinue reading “It’s The Grind”

Maybe I’m going through a transition, much like the phases of the moon. It feels like a part of me is dying to make way for something new. That might be why I’m feeling a bit out of sorts, and my mind is as restless as a hummingbird’s flit from flower to flower. Interestingly, wheneverContinue reading “Moving On Up”

As drive-in theaters no longer beckon down the road, we find ourselves in the grass for another night of movie-watching in the yard. Oh, how I miss those nostalgic nights at the drive-in, like the time I squeezed into the back seat of my Mom’s ’89 Buick Century to watch Coneheads. My brother and IContinue reading “Let’s Go To the Movies”

I must admit, I was torn about how to respond. My initial reaction was to lie, tell her she’s a piece of shit, or simply not respond at all. My blood boiled at the text, and my thoughts became a jumbled mess. Thankfully, I resisted the temptation to react impulsively and instead sought Dave’s matter-of-factContinue reading “Low Places”

I’m taking the night off from writing if you don’t mind. With it being a childless night, Dave swept me off to an Indian food dinner and The Barbie Movie. And now we’re onto ice cream and no good. I’ll be back better than ever tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn P.S. Just because I love a goodContinue reading “Date Night”

Did you know I manage to keep poinsettias alive? It’s not hard. Just a little extra care like watering them more than other houseplants, finding the right location, and if you’re feeling ambitious, misting them. After all, they are a humid-loving Mexican plant tree. Today didn’t feel like a typical work day, probably because ofContinue reading “Picking Berries”

We finished the documentary on Wham and I’m sad to report that George Michael is dead. In 2016! I was equally disappointed in Bohemian Rhapsody to learn that Freddy Mercury had died. In 1991! What I’m trying to say is I watch a movie, get so involved in the story, and feel the flitter ofContinue reading “Wanted Dead Or Alive”

I should have been an interior designer. Not the designer for the rich and famous, but for poor, overwhelmed hoarders. I find joy in taking mountains of clutter and turning them into mole hills. I recently had a video call with a vet who looked like an MMA fighter. Did I choose him because heContinue reading “Sledgehammer”

All kinds of shenanigans are taking place now that the sun’s gone down. From our pet duck peeping in on us from the skylight above while we’re burshing our teeth to my finally laying down to type after putting Evelyn to bed then hearing, “Mom! I’m mad at you.” Turns out I wheeled her shoppingContinue reading “Beam Me Up Scotty”

I packed so many adventures into one day! A 6:30am wake up to pick up my best gal pal Kristen, and we were off to the Twin Falls Trailhead to hike just outside of North Bend. “A flat trail” is what she said, but that was not true. Which was a nice check-in to showContinue reading “The Fullest Of Days”