Author: jackiella

Jackie Langetieg https://www.wfop.org/member-pages#/jackie-langetieg https://www.facebook.com/jlangetieg/ https://www.jackiella.wordpress.com

Am I only writing once a year now? I have to confess this website is out of control. I no longer know how to fix it. I don't like the headings - too messy, too cluttered. But I don't know how to fix it. I'll just do my best and wend my way along trying… Continue reading Welcome 2022

I can't believe I haven't written in this blog since 2019 but that's what it says when I log on. I hope it's just old copy. But I know I haven't written in a long time. 2020 was a poor year for me healthwise, and I was away on many occasions for a period of… Continue reading Welcome 2021: Indeed!

Just a note to let you know I'm still alive and writing, writing, writing. Lots of poems and getting the Memoir ready to publish. It looks to be a formidable task--when dropped into a 6 x 9 template, it goes over 200 pages, eek! Poems are still coming everyday--my vow to write 80 poems in… Continue reading Welcome 2019

The Staring Contest I was five when I tried to stare down the parrot in Evenson’s Tavern, a local bar where my father occasionally worked but more frequently drank. Jim, as the parrot was called, was a formidable opponent with his cold glassy eye, but there is nothing as single-minded as a five-year old with… Continue reading Remembering

I don't know when it began--this inability to stay with a book. A few pages and I lost interest and then, the next time, I picked up the book, I would have to reread everything and would get to the same place a few more pages and lose interest. Instead of continuing to try, I… Continue reading Reaching Eighty – A Time for Reading

I have a “writer family” and for a number of years, several of us went on yearly writing retreats together. Destinations were varied and the trips, usually in February or April were interesting, fun and productive. Our favorite retreat spot was the Olympia Resort in Oconomowoc. (I exchanged locations of one of the two time-shares… Continue reading The Writing Retreat

A Conundrum I’ve made it a goal— clean up my bedroom. The room is fine, it’s the books. They’re flying out of the shelves without warning. There are the boxes carried there from living room, where they fell out. Shelves in the living room expectorate books. Another box-full to store in the bedroom. A box… Continue reading A Conundrum

This was me in 2011; I was sleeping good and writing lots of poems. Look what happened when I lost 70 pounds and gained 7years: I look just like my grandmother in this photo! Dream last night. Had two men pull into my yard and begin asking questions about using my garage and when would… Continue reading Wasted Nights and Wasted Days

I dreamed that I opened my closet to get a light weight dress for the concert and there were none that fit. Although I had worn them recently, they all appeared too narrow when I held them against my hips. I tossed the last garment and went to the bureau to see if anything was… Continue reading Dream of the Clothes