Put on your chola lip liner! Bring out the keg! Stuff the pinata! Twerk, baby, twerk! Jax has died, Jax has risen…you get the point. With hesitation I have come back to the world of blogging/writing. My life unexpectedly took a whirlwind, dizzying, breath-taking, heart-stopping left turn, leaving me in a place of emotional limbo. In order to write you must tap into the most emotional, profound and secret places within yourself, and I didn’t have that to offer. I was spent, and had no desire to write creatively ever again. Teach English, yes, but write? Nope. I had washed my hands clean of it, had parted ways, broken up with my life-long boo and placed a restraining order on its ass.

But some loves are forever. No matter how much they hurt you, how much you ignore them, there they are. People have waltzed in and out of my life like air, one second I have money and the next I’m counting pennies, with indifference I watch the seasons come and go, it is inconsequential to me whether I go left or right. Writing, however, will always be a constant part of me. It is what grounds me and steers me and guides me when I have it all and when I have nothing at all. Writing has, and is, my heart. Life has once again brought me back to it. So let’s try this again, shall we?

My name is Jacqueline Canola, but you can call me Jax (or Jahks. or “Jaks, DUH!”). I am honest in what I have to say. I pour myself into my writing, I get intimate with it. I believe in calling it how I see/perceive/feel/taste it. If you are cool with that, then come on back from time to time. I welcome all readers and all feedback. I do this for me, but I also do it for you. Let’s twerk, baby, TWERK!


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