Jenny Wright



Buried in Books

Buried in Books

I loved reading when I was a child. My nose was always buried in a book. Remember the series from the late ‘80s and early ‘90s? I tried to start a Babysitter’s Club several times. The Sweet Valley Twins, Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield, were the most beautiful girls I’d ever heard of. I wanted to […]

Potato, Potahto

Potato, Potahto

Wow. I sat here for about twenty minutes with that single word on the screen. I stared, trying to figure out where to go next. The tragedy in Orlando, where 49 innocent lives were taken away, is all anyone can talk about it. You can try to ignore it, but you’ll have to hide under […]

15 in 5

15 in 5

I just read the most disturbing Facebook post. A woman, with two children, just posted that she basically doesn’t drink so she doesn’t get raped. That might be the most messed up thing I’ve ever read, and I haven’t been raped. Can you imagine, as a victim of rape, seeing that and thinking, “Gosh, is […]

No More Monkeys

No More Monkeys

As I’m writing this, there’s a raging debate about the life of a gorilla versus the life of a four-year-old little boy. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, here’s the gist. Mom turns back. Boy springs loose and falls in gorilla pen at zoo. Gorilla is either saying, “He’s mine. I’ll protect him,” […]

School’s Out for Summer

School’s Out for Summer

It’s summer. I’m sitting at the pool, watching the kids swim. They don’t need me here. They hardly know I’m here. I’m not hovering, I swear. I’m tucked far away in the shade. They’re here with friends, all of whom are old enough to be here without me. I’ll let them… soon. The Boy got […]

Practically Perfect in Every Way

Practically Perfect in Every Way

“How was ‘Mary Poppins’?” That’s the No. 1 question I’m asked, at least once daily, by friends who didn’t see the show. A lot of you get it, but some don’t. “Are you so glad it’s over? Happy to have your life back?” Great. No. That was our life. That’s the short version. As y’all […]

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones

We hear it all the time: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. I call bull honkey. Total crap. It’s like the advice they (the royal they, with all the answers) give brides when it rains on their wedding day. “They say it’s good luck if it rains on […]

15 in 5

15 in 5

Do you ever feel like your email must be broken? I feel like there’s a holding cell out there somewhere, where urgent emails are kept prisoner until past the applicable date of need. That’s the only explanation. It’s not that people just aren’t replying. Also, if you expect me to believe you didn’t see my […]

If It Ain’t Broke

If It Ain’t Broke

Y’all are gonna think I’m crazy. You probably already do, but this might confirm it. A couple of weeks ago, I was taking a quick afternoon nap (timer set, 10 minutes only, nearly a daily requirement) and woke up feeling worried. The Girl was at her soccer game, The Boy home with me. I thought, […]

Music Matters

Music Matters

I had a scare today. In life’s big picture, it wasn’t too bad. There wasn’t any physical harm. No one died or was diagnosed with something terminal. A friend lost her brother last week, and another had to perform the Heimlich on her choking daughter. Those are serious. This still scared me. My phone buzzed, […]