Those who know me, understand me. Those who don’t question my sanity. These are my ramblings.
Click Here to Read Part 1: https://justjennel.com/2019/10/02/jezebel/ If I were to tell you that life to this point was bordering on the mundane, I would be lying to you. My life has been known to be a seesaw of events, especially over the past few years at the time of this event, as the saga … Continue reading Jezebel – The Day After
I originally wrote this a few years ago the evening after a girls night out just prior to Valentines Day. Thought I'd share once again.
The aisles were congested and the air was thick with humidity with what I guessed was human day-old sweat, as most planes tend to be when boarding a long haul flight like this. I was tired and exhausted and not really looking forward to the next eight hours to my final destination of Delhi, India. … Continue reading 36B Shanghai to Delhi
1. A texted “MWAH” actually is a kiss and not an evil laugh. Did you know that MWAH in texting language is a kiss? For the longest time my ex-husband would send a MWAH and it would irritate the hell out of me as I thought it was an evil laugh, like mwah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Confused as … Continue reading 7 Things In Life that I’ve Learned the Hard Way
Woman. What a curious creature we are! Historically, we have had built and broken kingdoms. Monuments have been built in our honour. Prose have been penned in mourning both battle of war and heart. We bore the very men who have bled for us, fought for us and died for us. Men have loved us, not … Continue reading Ode to Man on Valentines Day
"Yesterday I spent the afternoon at the courthouse together with my ex going through the motions of filing for divorce so I thought I would mark the occasion with a short blog regarding my experience. I don't normally write about the particular events or people in my life, but today, it seems appropriate. I thought … Continue reading You Can’t Hurt Me….I’m made of Irony.
I wasn't ready to share this before, time's handiwork allowed for healing and beauty in being raw and real. I share because its story has been told many times over. I and love miss am over and you. Hypnotic in its stare, the computer screen sits before me flashing its cursor, anxious for movement; waiting... waiting... waiting... … Continue reading Evolution of 3 Words Never Spoken
