Jaime Parker Stickle
is the neurotic, anxious, and downright panicky author of the novel, The Habitation Game and the slice-of-life blog and podcast, Leave It To Beebers. Since her foray into the working world at age nine, Jaime has spent years observing, eavesdropping on, and gossiping about enough people to know first hand that real life is truly stranger than fiction. Jaime has spent most of her career in Hollywood, California as an actress, writer, and comedienne. On the corner of a quiet, joyful street, Jaime lives with her husband, two rescue dogs, and two-year-old maverick of a son- Jack Danger.
the Habitation Game
Emily sits, staring at the clock on her computer screen, counting down the minutes until she can leave for the day while musing on how she ended up working for Corporate America. Little did she realize the worst part of her day was yet to come when happy hour obligations put her front and center with the woman who would put the word dead, into Emily’s dead-end job.
As Emily recounts 30-years of roommate relationships, some worse than others - like the time she lived with a nudist, whom she suspects was also a Nazi; to the times she unwittingly allowed an alcoholic, a drug dealer, and a couple of mobsters’ kids to live with her. Nothing could have prepared her, though, for Adeline.
Not only did Adeline manipulate Emily into living with her, but she also moved in with a secret boyfriend and an oppressive personality disorder. The worst part - Emily and Adeline work only three desks away from each other.
As anxiety begins to knot and twist around Emily’s stomach, the fear that she’s made a grave mistake by moving in with Adeline is validated when Adeline’s mood swings start to manifest themselves and secrets of her own past roommates are revealed. At least that’s how Emily sees it when Adeline starts to communicate with Emily using a butcher’s knife instead of a Post-it note.
As Adeline continues to mind-fuck Emily, she is unaware that she is playing with fire. After years of living with crazy people, and months of putting up with Adeline, Emily may have the motive to strike back.
Leave It To Beebers (blog)
I don’t want to spend the brief time I have your attention by boring you with details of how my MIL refuses to acknowledge my accomplishments. That just seems petty. Though, recently, when a loved one was listing off my typical workday, my MIL told her to “shut up” and then continued with “my son is way better than her. Why aren’t you listing off all that he does?”read more
I took some time off. I needed a few minutes alone, so I took a break in June and July to reassess the importance of my words. How do I say things, what message am I delivering, and how is what I am saying affecting the space I live in? You see, sometimes, it feels...read more
I am a lightning rod.read more
Here's a special little #ThrowBackThursday piece I wrote for a project that fell through over ten years ago. About first jobs. Technically, it wasn't my first job, but for all intents and purposes no one really thought writing about my paper route was as interesting...read more
With each thread of communication, your actions are a contribution to art. We writers are writing and illustrating what we see and hear. Our experiences and you contribute to those, are what trigger ideas and storylines.read more
How often have I picked up a book and said, “YES!” registering the feeling that surely the author and I have walked in each other’s exact footsteps? Maybe I’ve never shot-up heroin or drank a case of Budweiser, but “yes, we are totally the same person!” How have I connected and registered with them so whole-heartedly? Why do I want to traverse on an unlikely adventure across wilderness or to foreign lands with this stranger that I know so well?read more
I am a fairly educated person. I take the time to read, research, and learn about “stuff” whether or not it is a passion of mine or not. I like to be well rounded. Now, there aren’t enough hours in the day to be versed on all things and of course I don’t have the...read more
The title sounds like some sort of Lifetime movie involving a stunning, but emotionally wrecked, jilted ex-wife who plots against the innocent new bride of her former husband. The husband who works long hours at a non-descript white-collar job, and is complacently boring, not to mention daft; basically no man any woman would be dumb enough to go to prison over, and yet… Oops! Tangent – sorry.read more
There was an interminable pause.
Had T-Mobile’s spotty beachfront reception sandbagged me yet again? Or perhaps saved me from an embarrassing calamity?read more
Were you hoping to read something from me today? Well, I really hoped you were because I realized I haven't released my book synopsis to everyone yet! What better way to do that, than right here on the blog?! I hope you enjoy it and are ready to read this bad boy...read more
He picked me up an hour later in his first generation Toyota Prius. I’d never seen the first generation of Prius. On our first date we had met at the Bowling Alley, because I’ve learned from past dating experiences that giving a first date your address can be an annoying, regretful, and sometimes frightening experience …read more