Jackies Journal

This goes out to my fellow broken-hearted Americans and citizens of the world, but also to my fellow Americans who just handed a fox the keys to our hen house. I’ve been ugly crying a lot this morning, and racking my brain for the best song or other art to share to...

While I knew the day would come and wrote this poem about it almost two decades ago, it still snuck up on me and threatens to do me in with its seeming suddenness. A few months back, the time came to set my bird free:O It wasn’t so much a “setting her free” scenario...

Happy Halloween Everybody😊 Thought I should use this day to point out the fear people on both sides of the political spectrum are feeling in these days leading up to what is the most consequential election of my lifetime. Even though my site has been live a while,...

I wrote this story for one of my required Creative Writing certificate classes a few years ago. The assignment was listed on the syllabus as, Working for a Living Exercise, and it could be about a real or made-up job. It’s definitely not about the kind of jobs you’re...

I began typing this entry with a goal to get it posted late on May 8, Mother’s Day here in the US. I wanted it to be out there when the clock struck midnight in Russia on May 9. That is my birthday, and many around the world predict Putin will use the day, which is...

This song reminds me to be humble and to recognize how fleeting our lives are in the grand scheme of things. If we can recognize that, it helps to appreciate the mystery and beauty all around us. I was really curious what the writer was writing about though, so I...

This is a Shout Out to “The Dude.” Sending Jeff Bridges heaps of healing energy and gratitude for all the laughter and tears of both joy and sadness over the years. If I had to pick, my favorite character of yours was Jack Lucas in The Fisher King, along side the...

I developed a pretty intense appreciation for Motown and R&B early on, and am pretty sure when I was born, 1968, and where and how I grew up – pretty poor in a mostly black neighborhood - had something to do with that. Nineteen sixty-eight was a VERY good year for...

When I was 9 or 10 years old, I woke up Saturday mornings and watched cartoons (Go Speed Racer, Go Speed Racer, Go Speed Racer, GOOOO-OH!) and listened to albums (or one song over and over) on our beat up old Curtis Mathis. One of my favorite albums in my parents...