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
- ‘Cause I’m (reasonably)
May 22, 2014 09:47PM
- Zen Dentistry and Other Acts
May 16, 2014 05:43PM
- Random Acts of Elevator
May 06, 2014 11:11PM
- Shop Worn
April 25, 2014 01:26AM
- Listen, Seriously, Just Listen
April 19, 2014 12:48PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
course !! Ha. This is great.
Also notice that the prayer
May 23, 2014 11:45AM
- “Phyllis, I appreciate
your post. Girl, I was there,
MAN was I
there a few years
May 23, 2014 11:43AM
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
Jean Ellen Whatley's Links
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My consulting travels recently took me to Indianapolis. I posted up in an office that had been vacated just days earlier. Somebody had been 86â€™ed, shit canned, pink-slipped, workforce reduced.Â Book shelves and desk drawers were empty. (I know because I checked) There w… Read full post »
So, I was talking to my shrink yesterday. We determined that I had not seen him since 2009, as he was in his former location, not as fancy… Read full post »
On the G train heading home to my sonâ€™s place in Brooklyn Saturday night, I committed a cardinal sin. I spoke to a stranger. Well really, he started it. I was reading the playbill from the show weâ€™d just seen, curious over why Toni Collette was the only actor to have… Read full post »
This whole thing thing started with a rotten pair of panty hose. I mean this in the most literal sense. It progressed to a broken shoe, revisiting a broken heart and spun out of control at 30,000 feet into full-fledged melancholy about turning 59. Yep, I said it, secretâ€™… Read full post »
The husband and wife at the restaurant didn’t notice me staring, how could they? They were absorbed in their texting. Who were they texting? Their kids were already sitting at the table playing Angry Birds.
I couldn’t help but think that this broke the hearts of the birds… Read full post »
The husband and wife at the restaurant didnâ€™t notice me staring, how could they? They were absorbed in their texting. Who were they texting? Their kids were already sitting at the table playing Angry Birds.
I couldnâ€™t help but think that this broke the hearts of the bi… Read full post »
This is a story about bravery, bumper cars and baseball. Well, kind of.
Even though heâ€™s a diehard Dodgers fan, what with living in L.A. and growing up watching the Albuquerque Dukes groom players for the big show, my son Nate was wearing the St. Louis Cardinals hat I go… Read full post »
I first met Michael in a dog park in Philadelphia while on my Off the Leash journey in July of 2011. It was early on. Libby and I were still getting our sea legs under us, a bit tentative. The vibe in each city, each park, every situation felt different.… Read full post »
He had no idea the maelstrom of emotion that would blow in behind one short, declarative sentence.Â
On a day when I was supposed to get a make over at the Clinique counter, with a particular interest in the â€œDark Circle Correctorâ€ and a new, natural look, which for me… Read full post »
The man who braved my ice-covered driveway was so quiet the dogs didnâ€™t bark. Shoveling it had become an exercise in futility in the punishing cycle of snow, sub-zero cold, followed by more snow, which has characterized our St. Louis winter. Perhaps the snow muffled the… Read full post »
It was happening with so much frequency, I finally had to Google it. When all else fails, when our hamster brains stumble at the starting block of deciphering some meteoric message from the universe, as we wander through the fog which has created an impenetrable shield lik… Read full post »
Discovering the cache of Kodak slides in the basement could have made me feel bad or guilty or filled with regret. Instead, I laughed. I threw back my head and laughed out loud, like l-a-u-g-h-i-n-g out loud, spelled out. Then I said to no one except the cobwebs,… Read full post »
The cricket chorus from the weeds next to the on ramp always
gets to me.
In these early summer twilight hours, I hear them, while it’s still cool enough to leave the windows down until I merge into the traffic on the freeway, where I quickly roll up them, because leaving… Read full post »
It was the damn bells. Those annoying, clanging, anxiety inducing bells being rung by well-intentioned bell ringers manning their battle stations at every grocery and drug store in town got on my last nerve during this most recent, most wonderful time of the year. It continues to… Read full post »