Yes, dear readers, you heard that right. After close to twenty years of coloring and styling my hair, my hairdresser made me cry. I have sat in her chair countless times for many occasions; monthly cut and color, graduations, just-because-it’s-a-Friday blowouts. But never before has my hairdresser made me cry. Truth be told, it was not her fault. I brought a bunch of baggage with me to the salon that day. I was sitting on a time bomb of emotions, …
Category: True Confessions
This article appeared in last week’s MainLine Neighbors’ weekly online newsletter. I am reposting it here because people often ask where I get ideas for my articles. Read below to find out…Dedicating this to Coach B because he asks all the hard questions. FINDING INSPIRATION…ON THE MAIN LINE Readers, friends, and followers often ask where I get ideas for my articles. BY JACKIE Share Hello Neighbor! Readers, friends, and followers often ask where I get ideas for my articles. I typically …
While we may not be ready for our kids to head back to school just yet, my heart goes out to those who are either eagerly or anxiously anticipating the start of middle school. Those formidable years when you are not a kid anymore yet you are not quite an adult either. A bit early to be considered a tweener but oh-so anxious to enter the next phase of life. While middle school is arguably one of the most challenging …
I have failed at several things in my life: making the cheerleading squad in high school, playing the political game in jobs I held early in my career, my marriage, to name a few. But, I have to say, I have never felt more disappointed in myself than in my efforts to attempt Dry January this year. Epic failure. Like, barely made it out of the gate, fell flat on my face failure. I am the poster child for How …
The words use to come daily. Freely. A flow. A flood. A gush of tumbling water. A free flow. A flashflood. A terrific torrent of words tumbling across the page. A gift. Taken for granted. The ideas from within. The ideas from without. No more. Dried up like an abandoned well. Purpose. Constantly searching for purpose. A point. A reason. Some value. A point to make. A reason to believe. Value in the written word. Painstakingly searching for those allusive …
Off the Record Observations resulting from the Pandemic.
(Conversations, Confessions, and Conundrums with Scout) I see words. Kind of like the boy in the movie The Sixth Sense, only he saw dead people. Instead, my gift is this: I see words. In the form of sentences that take on meaning that become stories. My stories. Observations. Of what I do, where I go, what I experience. For inexplicable reasons, they never seem to stop but just keep coming. Ferociously, feverishly, constantly. It is a good thing, right? Or …
Normally I am not one to rant or stand on my soap box spewing forth opinions about hot topics in the news and in our news feeds. But after several sightings and close encounters, I became undone. Today I am unleashing my rant: Wear the Mask. Follow the rules, people. No one is above this pandemic, so follow the dang rules. And by rules, I mean, “WEAR THE MASK.” You literally must be living in a cave not to see …
I am the voice for those who are silenced I am the voice for those less spoken Just listen Please We have something to say A reason to be heard So listen And we will be heard We have something to say A reason to speak So listen Closely It's a shout from afar A cry from abroad A sigh from within We. Have. Something. To. Say. So listen Gently We have something to say So listen...softly And we will …
Boy, these times they are a changing. Now that I have allowed myself the privilege of returning to the actual grocery store rather than the virtual replacement of filling my online cart only to have the items removed by the time I get to ‘check out,’ I struggle. It takes me literally all morning to coax myself out the door. The process starts with a slow-motion rollover to check the clock; I calculate that I have plenty of time to …
