Jean Ellen Whatley
- St. Louis, Missouri, USA
- April 24
- Subscribing to the notion that we're all more alike than different, Jean Ellen Whatley feels privileged in her self-appointed role of cockeyed purveyor of our human condition. She's both perceptive and profuse, sometimes profound, rarely punctual and given to alliteration. An Emmy award-winning broadcast journalist, Jean has provided countless hours of live reports on everything from murder to mayhem, and prize winning pickles at state fairs from North Carolina to New Mexico. Whatley never skipped on any restaurant tabs. She has attracted a growing following on her blog, A Woman With a Past: The Post Apocalyptic Approach to Men which will soon be available on Amazon.com. Operators are standing by. Her current project, Off the Leash: Road Stories With My Dog is the next installment of her memoir, only this one REALLY moves, literally and figuratively. Jean earned critical acclaim for her screenplay, THE LOVE YOU NEED, in the Cinema St. Louis screenplay competition, but no movie deal. She was recently a finalist in a nationwide writing competition sponsored by, SheWrites, a Web-based women's writing forum with more than 15,000 members. She’s been published in MORE.com, has been a guest columnist for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, the Winston-Salem Journal and the Albuquerque Journal and a guest host on KMOX (CBS) radio in St. Louis.
Jean is the proud parent of four, remarkably well adjusted, mostly grown-up kids and two mutts. In her spare time, she cleans up the poop, the dogs’ that is.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Make Peace With Your Momma
December 31, 2013 01:45AM
- The Summer of Being Fully
June 20, 2013 11:34PM
- Because We Still Can
January 01, 2013 01:59AM
- Off the Leash Road Stories is
August 17, 2012 06:20PM
- Deep End of the Pool
August 09, 2012 12:48PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
the impending arrival and
belated Happy Birthday.
January 02, 2014 12:12AM
You are a
generous and good hearted
person -- you've been a
January 01, 2013 01:47AM
- “Unbreakable -- you are a
loyal fan and an amazing
your own right.
January 01, 2012 10:28PM
- “Beautiful. In this day
and age of hand sanitizers and
December 29, 2011 12:30PM
- “A puff is a pack. I'm
hooked. I followed the smoke
December 29, 2011 11:47AM
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Sunset just west of Toledo last night and I was feeling all zenny, enjoying the late afternoon shadows laid across all manner of barns, big and small, old and new, red and weathered beyond all pallette recognition and my GPS told me I just eleven miles out from my Motel 6… Read full post »
Libby digs it. In my next life, when I’m independently
wealthy and can afford a condo in Chicago, NYC or L.A.,
she’ll fit right into the urban pace, a.k.a., nine walks per
Seriously. That’s how many times I had to take her outside to convince her that it was indeed okay… Read full post »
My mom, Beverly G. Garcia, who always insisted we include the “G” in her name so as not to mistake her for just any Bevery Garcia, died five years ago on July 5th, the day I launched this journey. I miss her and think about her every single day.
I didn’t… Read full post »
I took it as a sign, the special exhibit at the Metropolitan
Museum of Art when I was in New York in May. I trotted up the
stairs to the Met and smack dab in front of me was a huge banner
with this painting by
Caspar… Read full post »
I want to talk to you about fear -- fear over this
It rises and falls like the water in my basement last night. I have an 82 year old house. We had torrential rain. Sometimes the storm sewers swell beyond capacity, and the water runs backwards, up through the… Read full post »
The sign in front of the Standard Artificial Limbs store always makes me think of my step-dad, Mike. On the day he died at the VA hospital in Albuquerque, after my mother and I summoned the rest of the family to tell them he’d passed, once everybody took turns… Read full post »
I’m taking my dog on a road trip. Not a short one, a long one. It’ll be about 8,400 miles, more or less, by the time we get back home. Lord knows what I’ll find when I return. I planted drought resistant flowers just to hedge my bets. I hope they… Read full post »
As I continue to summon the benevolent writer Gods to fund my quest to bag the day job to embark on a cross-country road trip with my dog, to among other things, find my long-lost half-brother in California, (provided he’s alive) and to freely engage in the writ… Read full post »
Until my mother’s stroke took her voice away, the grand dame of story telling used to preface the 100th recitation of the same Okie anecdote she’d told 99 times before by saying, “have I told you this story?” and then claim jump the pregnant pause which followed by adding &ld… Read full post »
I normally get this way on Father’s Day, this vague feeling of disconnect, as if I’m lacking some authenticity in which to participate. But here it comes on St. Paddy’s. Not like it takes some silly Hallmark holiday to open up a vein, it’s just that on certain days, the needle
*** Peace and love to you all on this fine March day! Below is an entry I wrote last August, but didn't publish it because I was tweaking it when my sweet brother passed away and I ended up writing something else, more timely, his eulogy. I am posting it now,… Read full post »
The locker room at my gym is the great un-equalizer.
Whereas some things place us on a level playing field, like, "put your feet in the stirrups and scoot on down," the ladies dressing room at my local Y is a never ending tableau of what once was, what is… Read full post »
I just got back from a millionaire conference. Not that I’m a millionaire, I was there to interview a few at their annual meeting to share best practices on how to be millionaires and stuff. They’re fine people and thank goodness we have them. Thousands of people make a living thank… Read full post »
Twas the season.
So, I invited my ex-husband to Christmas Eve dinner.
I figured he wouldn’t have too many invitations, with him fresh out of prison and all. However, I did ponder it for a few days before I actually picked up the phone. I conferred with the kids, they… Read full post »