I feel a fondness flowing over me, like the scent of chocolate chip cookies at Grandma’s, the kind one’s house, not the scary one. It’s a song by the Decemberists that transports me. Down memory lane to early Covid, to my rebellious non-adopting mask self, and to being locked up with a never-satisfied newborn and aContinue reading “Covid Couch Calls”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Solving School Shootings
I had a terrible thought born of wanting to solve a horrific situation. I won’t share my idea, but know it came after hearing of the children swinging, giggling, and having fantasies of their next sugar fix that were shot dead in Nashville. I read and watched the video footage, and I feel as sickContinue reading “Solving School Shootings”
The Jaywalking Gigolo
The red hand at crosswalks is merely a suggestion. Walking several blocks to Climate Pledge Arena, I blow through them with the ease of a hardened hooker. As a Pacific Northwesterner, I know I should wait, but out East, they don’t, and since I’m a small-town girl that broke out, the rules have changed. AllContinue reading “The Jaywalking Gigolo”
A Genital Joust
We took the eight-minute walk to see the ocean; rest assured, it’s still there. How to describe the deep grayish-lavender layer of cloud cover to you and how it made me feel? A desire to never leave; that’s what it was. The rain pooling on the railing was fun to watch. Its bubble leavings swirlContinue reading “A Genital Joust”
Middle-Aged Lady Rap
I’m a midnight grinder, a shamrock finder, got a calendar, don’t need a reminder. I’m built Ford tough, edges rough, whenever I’m hot springin’ it’s in the buff. I down my steak rare, am a baller at foursquare, you better believe I oppose the electric chair. I’ve never had a gallstone, send messages via Iphone,Continue reading “Middle-Aged Lady Rap”
Coming From Behind
I have buried in me, an Eeyore-like asshole that kicks rocks and spews “Meh’s” and, “This is boring,” for fun. No matter how many shiny things I throw at him, he simply is not having any of it. I guided a client just this week to accepting their obstinate a-hole; so, I’d better practice whatContinue reading “Coming From Behind”
Why So Serious?
The crayon-written, scotch-taped on everything to-do notes are a memorable aspect of my grandparent’s cabin in Eastern, Washington. Affixed to heaters, the refrigerator, faucets, fireplace, and sliding glass doors were directions followed by asterisks, stars, and exclamation points that acted like gentle hands on your shoulder guiding you to the cabin’s best practices. Following in myContinue reading “Why So Serious?”
Start A Riot
“I made a mess, Mom. You want me to make more a mess?” My sprite of a toddler is cocked, loaded and ready to fire. So I say, “Sure!” Then, through the air fly a string of toy cars, dolls, and puzzle pieces. It’s not about the mess. I repeat. It’s not about the mess.Continue reading “Start A Riot”
Grow, Damn It!
Sad, Grinch-like barren trees line the approach to our house; someone before us buzz-cut their tops so they’re stunted. I don’t want stunt, I want growth! The latest decision is what type of privacy hedge to get. I say let’s dig up, enrich the area with nutrient-rich soil, and plop a few Wax Myrtles orContinue reading “Grow, Damn It!”
Rah, Rah, Sis Boom Bah
What if you could set yourself up for success continuously? How would you go about doing it? After a tough-on-myself past week, I’ve had space to sand down my rougher edges and be with myself as affectionately as if I were a friend. We’re all strutting our stuff around here today – the drake’s correctedContinue reading “Rah, Rah, Sis Boom Bah”
Going On 40 