A bee-hive sensation swarms my chest, and I wish to swat it away. I’m scared I’m missing something in a young client’s eating disorder diagnosis. It feels – rather is – excessive, and the more I learn about the specialist’s treatment approach I doubt it’s what the client’s needing. The judgment call is mine inContinue reading “Death Becomes Us”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Stitchin’: A Poem
As if suspended in the air by a director’s “Cut!” are the balls you’ve been juggling. Far too many, you’re trailing; never once will you taste the carrot. Defeat. Rinse repeat. A ten-stack of bricks lay on your chest each morning. A deja vu that won’t quit – you sit – in its unshakable daze.Continue reading “Stitchin’: A Poem”
Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers
You gotta love poorly translated board game instructions: “Let the baby guess you shoot the color in the checkerboard position, and deepens in the game to the color position distinguishes the ability, inspires baby’s thought space.” The game makers failed miserably at telling players to match the colors of one end of a hidden woodenContinue reading “Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers”
Key To The City
My husband listens to podcasts at 1.5x speed. I don’t like it. WhenthespacesbetweenwordsleaveIspeedup. Yet, as I reflect on my day, I realize I often split my attention and anticipate what’s coming next. My first instinct is that I shouldn’t do that and should always have my nose pressed up against the present’s glass. But whatContinue reading “Key To The City”
A Buffalo’s Melody
Slow your pace, pump the brakes, and prepare for a smooth, bump-free landing. Scan the day and feel your way to a place you can finally call home. Then roam and sway as bison play while the great spirit moves us. Face your fear and take the leap; for it’s not courage that makes youContinue reading “A Buffalo’s Melody”
A Journey to Self-Love: A Letter
I am elevating a voice I hope reaches the tiptops of mountains and the sea’s murkiest depths. Love, Jaclynn I love you! ❤️ You are one of my dearest friends, and I hope you stay that way for years and years to come. I cherish our relationship and the conversations we have. If it’s okay,Continue reading “A Journey to Self-Love: A Letter”
Have You Ever Seen The Rain
Instead of saying, “I miss him so much,” or “I’m so angry,” try seeing what happens when you change it to, “Something in me misses him so much,” or “Something in me is so angry.” I like exercises that can shift my perspective. Especially when they take an eclipsing experience and shave it down toContinue reading “Have You Ever Seen The Rain”
Hardly Harder
Damn taxes. Despite all the soul-sucking number crunching done by Dave and me at FreeTaxUSA, not only are we behind financially but also we’re behind on dinner. “Let’s remember next year when we say ‘let’s do taxes” that means we’re going be in a bad mood for the rest of the day,” Dave says whileContinue reading “Hardly Harder”
Average Joe Schmoe
I’m tongue-tied; these dang dead-end thoughts are forcing me up against a wall. Also, I feel vulnerable; a shaky chest coupled with dagger thoughts point out that I’m the problem. Even though they’re irrational, my mind can’t help but slam puzzle pieces in places where they don’t belong. I rarely watch tv, and even rarerContinue reading “Average Joe Schmoe”
Mom’s Weekend
I’ve been primed for a night like tonight. Years ago, once a pig-tailed girl, I’d run down our graveled driveway, hop a ditch into the neighbor’s yard, and sprint their manicured lawn with one thing in mind as I knocked, “Can Samantha play?’ Until the Stottolemyre’s moved in next door, living in the country meantContinue reading “Mom’s Weekend”
Going On 40 