E. Lynn Jimenez 9/21/25 E. Lynn Jimenez 9/21/25

Come Close ~A Poem~

Kiss me like you mean to through the tears, the argument, the morning-after shame.
Learn my stupid songs, the bits of me I swear away when I’m nervous — then brag about them like trophies.

E. Lynn Jimenez 6/18/25 E. Lynn Jimenez 6/18/25

Soulmates, Silver Linings, & Love Written in The Stars

“My mom is the oxygen that sustains the air-flow to his lungs. She is the reason his heart keeps on beating one struggling tick after another.

She is the life force that surrounds this man’s aura.

And I noticed for the few days my mother was admitted in the hospital, once she was removed from his electromagnetic field—the light fading slowly around my father as his worry grew.”

E. Lynn Jimenez 5/21/25 E. Lynn Jimenez 5/21/25

The 90s Sitcoms Lied: Reinventing Yourself Isn’t a Midlife Crisis

“UNLEARNING TAKES GUTS. REWRITING YOUR LIFE MID-WAY THROUGH ISN’T EASY.

IT PISSES PEOPLE THE FUCK OFF. IT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE. BECAUSE WHEN YOU WAKE UP, YOU SHOW OTHERS HOW DEEPLY ASLEEP THEY STILL ARE.”

E. Lynn Jimenez 5/14/25 E. Lynn Jimenez 5/14/25

Entry Eleven: Red-Rover Days, Boardwalk Nights, & The Ones Who Believed It Was “Just My Luck”…

I recently became a Legislative Ambassador for the state of New Jersey through the American Cancer Society – using my voice, my writing, and every ounce of my platform to raise awareness for cholangiocarcinoma, a rare and aggressive bile duct cancer.

I do this in honor of my cousin, Roberto T. Rivera “Bobby” — the boy who helped shape my childhood and a man who was promised ten years to fight, but only survived 373 days after diagnosis.

I’m here to take his words, “Just my luck…” and turn it into something powerful.

Something lasting.

Now, I speak not just for him, but for every family who hears the word cancer and feels the clock start ticking.

Stay tuned for upcoming fundraisers, events, and a donation page added to The Hollow Quill ~ The Roberto T. Rivera “Bobby” Memorial Fund.

E. Lynn Jimenez 4/24/25 E. Lynn Jimenez 4/24/25

Entry Eight: Right from Wrong & Hanes Her Way

"TIME TO HIKE MY HANES HER WAY

GRANNY PANTIES ABOVE MY C-SECTION SCAR AND CALL IT A

FUCKING DAY..

THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DO UNTIL MY ANXIETY KICKED IN WEARING PLATFORM

HEELS WHILE LIGHTING MY

NERVOUS SYSTEM ON FIRE LIKE IT WAS 1997 AND SOMEONE JUST PLAYED BOYS II MEN OVER A SLOW-MOTION BREAKUP SCENE.

TERRIBLE, I KNOW."

E. Lynn Jimenez 4/21/25 E. Lynn Jimenez 4/21/25

Entry Seven- Holiday Jitters, Diabetes, & The Holy Spirit

“As the kids got older I stopped giving a shit about baskets. I upgraded to gift bags because I refuse – REFUSE – to keep buying grass filler that will haunt anyone like a post-Christmas pity fuck accompanied by an STD from your hometown crush – and once stud.”