Jennifer The Writer
@jrjryan.bsky.social
Teacher by day, writer by night, ADHD all the time.
WIP based on Irish mythological creatures is currently 58k words, and is tentatively titled Máiréad, The Selkie Queen.
I also write short stories.
WIP based on Irish mythological creatures is currently 58k words, and is tentatively titled Máiréad, The Selkie Queen.
I also write short stories.
Está muerto. It’s dead.
Estamos muertos. We’re dead.
No matter how you say it, it’s the same.
It’s gone.
We’re gone.
I let you go.
But you won’t let it go.
It’s gone, we’re gone.
Let me go.
Let me bury the past where it belongs.
Estamos muertos. We’re dead.
No matter how you say it, it’s the same.
It’s gone.
We’re gone.
I let you go.
But you won’t let it go.
It’s gone, we’re gone.
Let me go.
Let me bury the past where it belongs.
November 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
Está muerto. It’s dead.
Estamos muertos. We’re dead.
No matter how you say it, it’s the same.
It’s gone.
We’re gone.
I let you go.
But you won’t let it go.
It’s gone, we’re gone.
Let me go.
Let me bury the past where it belongs.
Estamos muertos. We’re dead.
No matter how you say it, it’s the same.
It’s gone.
We’re gone.
I let you go.
But you won’t let it go.
It’s gone, we’re gone.
Let me go.
Let me bury the past where it belongs.
You did that when you shared our life with strangers who had their own agenda and ignored my voice.
“Tranquilo, no tuve voz ni voto.”
We killed something fragile and delicate, me when I wouldn’t speak up, you when you acted like it didn’t matter.
“Tranquilo, no tuve voz ni voto.”
We killed something fragile and delicate, me when I wouldn’t speak up, you when you acted like it didn’t matter.
November 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
You did that when you shared our life with strangers who had their own agenda and ignored my voice.
“Tranquilo, no tuve voz ni voto.”
We killed something fragile and delicate, me when I wouldn’t speak up, you when you acted like it didn’t matter.
“Tranquilo, no tuve voz ni voto.”
We killed something fragile and delicate, me when I wouldn’t speak up, you when you acted like it didn’t matter.
I did it when I didn’t say no.
"Por favor, escúchame…Please just listen to me.”
You did that when you said love and didn’t mean it.
“Te quiero, mami.”
You did that when you called me baby, without emotion.
“Eres mi bebé.”
"Por favor, escúchame…Please just listen to me.”
You did that when you said love and didn’t mean it.
“Te quiero, mami.”
You did that when you called me baby, without emotion.
“Eres mi bebé.”
November 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
I did it when I didn’t say no.
"Por favor, escúchame…Please just listen to me.”
You did that when you said love and didn’t mean it.
“Te quiero, mami.”
You did that when you called me baby, without emotion.
“Eres mi bebé.”
"Por favor, escúchame…Please just listen to me.”
You did that when you said love and didn’t mean it.
“Te quiero, mami.”
You did that when you called me baby, without emotion.
“Eres mi bebé.”
I did it when I didn’t argue back, scared to hurt your pride.
“No, no, está bien, mi vida…It’s fine my love, my life.”
I did it when I didn’t hold my boundaries.
“No dije eso. No es eso lo que quería decir…No, please, but that’s not what I said.”
“No, no, está bien, mi vida…It’s fine my love, my life.”
I did it when I didn’t hold my boundaries.
“No dije eso. No es eso lo que quería decir…No, please, but that’s not what I said.”
November 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
I did it when I didn’t argue back, scared to hurt your pride.
“No, no, está bien, mi vida…It’s fine my love, my life.”
I did it when I didn’t hold my boundaries.
“No dije eso. No es eso lo que quería decir…No, please, but that’s not what I said.”
“No, no, está bien, mi vida…It’s fine my love, my life.”
I did it when I didn’t hold my boundaries.
“No dije eso. No es eso lo que quería decir…No, please, but that’s not what I said.”
The pieces of us still lie around me, a minefield of memories and dreams, dropped and destroyed.
Shattered.
The fragments, sharp, tearing into me, embedding themselves under my skin as I try to clean up the mess that remains from what once was.
Shards of my soul.
Splinters of our connection.
Shattered.
The fragments, sharp, tearing into me, embedding themselves under my skin as I try to clean up the mess that remains from what once was.
Shards of my soul.
Splinters of our connection.
November 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
The pieces of us still lie around me, a minefield of memories and dreams, dropped and destroyed.
Shattered.
The fragments, sharp, tearing into me, embedding themselves under my skin as I try to clean up the mess that remains from what once was.
Shards of my soul.
Splinters of our connection.
Shattered.
The fragments, sharp, tearing into me, embedding themselves under my skin as I try to clean up the mess that remains from what once was.
Shards of my soul.
Splinters of our connection.
The Day of the Dead.
The day we remember the ones we once loved.
Recuérdame
Remember me
Deseame
Want me
Quédate conmigo
Keep me
I didn’t put you on the list…
You’re dead to me.
I have no reason to remember.
The day we remember the ones we once loved.
Recuérdame
Remember me
Deseame
Want me
Quédate conmigo
Keep me
I didn’t put you on the list…
You’re dead to me.
I have no reason to remember.
November 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
The Day of the Dead.
The day we remember the ones we once loved.
Recuérdame
Remember me
Deseame
Want me
Quédate conmigo
Keep me
I didn’t put you on the list…
You’re dead to me.
I have no reason to remember.
The day we remember the ones we once loved.
Recuérdame
Remember me
Deseame
Want me
Quédate conmigo
Keep me
I didn’t put you on the list…
You’re dead to me.
I have no reason to remember.
Every part of the ocean, dark and light, is magic. Máiréad knows that just like I do.
The difference is, she lives out there.
She rules there.
She is the Selkie Queen.
#MáiréadTheSelkieQueen #YAFantasy #writingcommunity #AtlanticOcean #Noreaster
The difference is, she lives out there.
She rules there.
She is the Selkie Queen.
#MáiréadTheSelkieQueen #YAFantasy #writingcommunity #AtlanticOcean #Noreaster
October 12, 2025 at 8:49 PM
Every part of the ocean, dark and light, is magic. Máiréad knows that just like I do.
The difference is, she lives out there.
She rules there.
She is the Selkie Queen.
#MáiréadTheSelkieQueen #YAFantasy #writingcommunity #AtlanticOcean #Noreaster
The difference is, she lives out there.
She rules there.
She is the Selkie Queen.
#MáiréadTheSelkieQueen #YAFantasy #writingcommunity #AtlanticOcean #Noreaster
Orcas almost dancing as the tides rip through their pod. Mermaids, laughing with glee at the assist from the ocean as they try to talk sailors to their death. Selkies watching humans, curious to see what they’ll do.
October 12, 2025 at 8:49 PM
Orcas almost dancing as the tides rip through their pod. Mermaids, laughing with glee at the assist from the ocean as they try to talk sailors to their death. Selkies watching humans, curious to see what they’ll do.
I feel like I can sense the depths of the ocean…but what I see isn’t starfish and seagulls. I see selkies and kelpies and merrows and mermaids and whales...
October 12, 2025 at 8:49 PM
I feel like I can sense the depths of the ocean…but what I see isn’t starfish and seagulls. I see selkies and kelpies and merrows and mermaids and whales...
I feel the ancient gods of the oceans around the world and throughout time, laughing at humans and their frailty.
October 12, 2025 at 8:49 PM
I feel the ancient gods of the oceans around the world and throughout time, laughing at humans and their frailty.
I see the dark clouds, roiling and intense, scudding across the skyline like they are marching towards destiny, feel the strength of the wind, watch the waves crashing into each other as they race for the shore, and I feel nothing but raw unadulterated power. I feel Mother Nature flexing.
October 12, 2025 at 8:49 PM
I see the dark clouds, roiling and intense, scudding across the skyline like they are marching towards destiny, feel the strength of the wind, watch the waves crashing into each other as they race for the shore, and I feel nothing but raw unadulterated power. I feel Mother Nature flexing.
Felt good to remember that. Maybe that’s what I’ll tell her about today. That memory. Maybe she’ll remember with me.
August 29, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Felt good to remember that. Maybe that’s what I’ll tell her about today. That memory. Maybe she’ll remember with me.
I want to sit while we talk and the cicadas whir in the taller grass by the trees, and just sit with her as the sun sets and the lightning bugs twinkle in the backyard and the scent of roses wafts over the deck from the roses along the railing.
August 29, 2025 at 8:26 PM
I want to sit while we talk and the cicadas whir in the taller grass by the trees, and just sit with her as the sun sets and the lightning bugs twinkle in the backyard and the scent of roses wafts over the deck from the roses along the railing.
I want her to smell like Jean Naté. I want her to have candy in the candy dish, a million pillows on the couch, and a never ending supply of crayons and construction paper forever. I want to have cocktails and hor d’oeuvres before dinner (and sometimes have that turn into dinner).
August 29, 2025 at 8:26 PM
I want her to smell like Jean Naté. I want her to have candy in the candy dish, a million pillows on the couch, and a never ending supply of crayons and construction paper forever. I want to have cocktails and hor d’oeuvres before dinner (and sometimes have that turn into dinner).
And I’ve told her that in dozens of ways. And I will again and again. But I want to bring her some joy, a smile, some peace. And I don’t know if I can today. All I want is to take her and run. Outrun death. I want her to give me a million kisses in my cheek and still blow kisses at me when I leave.
August 29, 2025 at 8:26 PM
And I’ve told her that in dozens of ways. And I will again and again. But I want to bring her some joy, a smile, some peace. And I don’t know if I can today. All I want is to take her and run. Outrun death. I want her to give me a million kisses in my cheek and still blow kisses at me when I leave.
She deserves better than that. She has been there for every single part of my life that mattered. And a lot that didn’t. She always made me feel seen. She always listened. She always treated me like I was special and important. I wouldn’t be the person I am if she wasn’t the person she is.
August 29, 2025 at 8:26 PM
She deserves better than that. She has been there for every single part of my life that mattered. And a lot that didn’t. She always made me feel seen. She always listened. She always treated me like I was special and important. I wouldn’t be the person I am if she wasn’t the person she is.
I have nothing to say.
I talk for a living and write stories every week and I can’t think of a thing that won’t bring me to tears.
I talk for a living and write stories every week and I can’t think of a thing that won’t bring me to tears.
August 29, 2025 at 8:26 PM
I have nothing to say.
I talk for a living and write stories every week and I can’t think of a thing that won’t bring me to tears.
I talk for a living and write stories every week and I can’t think of a thing that won’t bring me to tears.
But Monday I told her about my classroom, and Wednesday I told her I had a surprise and we FaceTimed her nephew. But now it’s Friday and her declining health is making nothing feel ‘good’.
August 29, 2025 at 8:26 PM
But Monday I told her about my classroom, and Wednesday I told her I had a surprise and we FaceTimed her nephew. But now it’s Friday and her declining health is making nothing feel ‘good’.
They don’t just matter because they are my students. They matter because they are our hope for the future.
#teacherlife #firstday #newschoolyear #2526schoolyear #authorlife #writerslife #studentsmatter #startasyoumeantogoon #year28
#teacherlife #firstday #newschoolyear #2526schoolyear #authorlife #writerslife #studentsmatter #startasyoumeantogoon #year28
August 26, 2025 at 1:39 AM
They don’t just matter because they are my students. They matter because they are our hope for the future.
#teacherlife #firstday #newschoolyear #2526schoolyear #authorlife #writerslife #studentsmatter #startasyoumeantogoon #year28
#teacherlife #firstday #newschoolyear #2526schoolyear #authorlife #writerslife #studentsmatter #startasyoumeantogoon #year28
That’s my mantra for this school year. Start the way you mean to go on. I started today telling my classes they matter. Then why they matter to me. I hope they heard what I said, and also what I meant.
August 26, 2025 at 1:39 AM
That’s my mantra for this school year. Start the way you mean to go on. I started today telling my classes they matter. Then why they matter to me. I hope they heard what I said, and also what I meant.