Two naked toddlers bounce on a pulled out futon while singing “I like to move it, move it,” the final dance number for the characters in Madagascar. It’s bedtime, but you couldn’t guess by their excitement. Ethan and Evelyn are best buds, as Lindsay and myself are, so a recently planned getaway has us allContinue reading “Rug Rat Havoc”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
The Ride
On your tippy toes, you reach, and your sight line raises just above a blanket of billowing clouds that are tucking in the land. You are a bird, the tip of the tallest tree, the hiker at the tallest peak, backstroking, and whales spouting into the infinitely available. Here, perceptive as preying panthers, are CanadaContinue reading “The Ride”
The Touch The Feel
Writing is a meditative space where I feel for words. It’s been this way ever since I was around age eight. One of my first entries was about an injured bird I’d made a home in a shoebox for that later died. Through my grief, I wrote and then circled a teardrop that soggied theContinue reading “The Touch The Feel”
No Filter
I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. Write I don’t. I don’t write. Want. Want. To Write. Want, want, want. To, to, to. I’m not supportive enough. I’m a shitty friend. I stop. What am I doing? Stream of consciousness. Is thisContinue reading “No Filter”
We Are The Champions
“Good luck,” they say, pedaling lightly backward, hand patting for the nob, it turns, “You’ll have your work cut out with this one.” Then the door slams. I’m given the troublemakers, the ones that can’t be helped. They come to me diagnosed, undisciplined, and dirty. The razors to the wrists and manufactured poisons have renderedContinue reading “We Are The Champions”
I See Dead People
For those of you not privy to the characteristics of seed swap attendees, think of a cross between Renaissance fairgoers, commune guitar pickers, and librarian tote-slinging afternoon tea drinkers. Where I fall may be a mashup of all three. As the vest-wearing creators of the event cuddled up to smile for a selfie, I imaginedContinue reading “I See Dead People”
My Heart Will Go On
I’m not a fan of kids’ cartoons; they’re too mile-a-minute for my taste. After a bender on cocaine-laced meth, it’s as if the show’s creators speed into the drawing table and get cracking (pun intended). Enter the slow-paced, real-to-life, problem-solving, thoughtful, and visually captivating show Tumble Leaf. Instead of wanting to scratch my eyeballs out,Continue reading “My Heart Will Go On”
Duck, Rooster!
“The circle, the circle of life.” To start this tale, I declare that nature is a toilet to us all: The bats and the bees, the buffaloes and the bunnies. All allow their excrement to return home to whither it once sprung. But this, my confidants, has nothing to do with the deposits of animals.Continue reading “Duck, Rooster!”
Paying It Forward
Walking into the Italian restaurant for Evelyn’s want of “noodles” led to my holding her little hand as we followed the long swinging pony-tailed waitress back to a booth. On the way, eyes fell on us, and I felt conscious of a new sensation, Do they see me as a single mother? Thinking that ledContinue reading “Paying It Forward”
I Got A Golden Ticket
“Check your lottery tickets! Someone in Washington state won the big lottery!” A Facebook friend’s post reminds me that the Willie Wonka golden Powerball ticket has yet to be found. The pressure is on! A mere 15 minutes by car or 1 minute by plane, makes my tummy flutter at thinking it was sold soContinue reading “I Got A Golden Ticket”
Going On 40 