Jentoblueses Muses

My son, Toby, and I have rediscovered the movie, Fight Club. He’s watched it three times in as many days, and after the first re-viewing, I’ve wandered in and out of the TV room catching bits and pieces of it. Last week I was able to use the movie in a session with a client. I am a counselor in a... Sign in to see full entry.

While my son was in Iowa, working at my brother-in-law’s restaurant, he—for the first time—used hard-earned money and bought a pair of boots. They are—of course—black and thick soled and climb past the calf. They lace up the front, have a zipper along the outside seam, and a flap that folds over the... Sign in to see full entry.

I read a blog on another site titled The Pulse of My Home, and it immediately brought to mind my grandmother clock. It is a handsome clock, crafted in the Amana Colonies of cherrywood, standing about five and a half feet tall. It doesn’t keep time well, and I have to keep fiddling with the weight at... Sign in to see full entry.

So at 45 years old I was sitting in a college classroom with people 20 years old or younger. I needed this math class to finish off my undergrad and I screwed up mightily because I convinced registration to accept a class I took 10 years ago to replace the math-for-dummies class recommended because... Sign in to see full entry.

My son and I have, for the past seven years, shared a tidy little ranch-style, blonde-brick house set back from the road, cozily nestled in a 4 ½ acre wooded lot. We have a nice sized living room, a small eating area separated from the kitchen by cherry wood shelves and the kitchen counter, an... Sign in to see full entry.

While the time I spend driving is not much compared to others’ commute, it is a lot for me. I work and go to school in Menomonie, and live in Chippewa Falls, which puts me in the car for about an hour and a half every day. Most mornings I listen to Public Radio and compulsively dial and drive,... Sign in to see full entry.

Well, I’ve gone and done it, the ultimate in self-indulgence: I bought an ipod, and it’s changing my life. This sleek little number is about the size of a cigarette pack, as thick as a CD case, is white and chrome and has just enough heft to let me know I’ve got something important cradled in the... Sign in to see full entry.

I’m sitting in session with a client who, because of her drug use, has brought her family to the brink of ruin: the credit cards are maxed-out; her husband is leaving her and taking the children; and she is facing prison time. She sits in front of me, small as a child in the red- cushioned chair,... Sign in to see full entry.

I am angst-ridden. I have attributed this upheaval of emotions to a recent trip I made to Thailand, and my inablility to get back into the swing of things here in the US because of a (slightly) expanded world-view, but I'm lying to myself. The truth is I’ve done a heinous thing, one that kept me... Sign in to see full entry.

Perched on a brown bough the thistle finch Fading Weak autumn sunlight filters through golden maple leaves Sparse Chill wind heedlessly rustles leaves and feathers October Sign in to see full entry.