Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

My brown duck came over and let me pet her; the dew of morning was fresh on her back, and the silky cool feathers felt nice on my hand. Post yesterday’s guilt for a $5 Wendy’s lunch, I decided not to repeat the mistake today; hence the strongly desired coffee and a breakfast sandwich fromContinue reading “Dew Duck Day”

Playing D&D. Fighting magic spiders. Be back later. Love, Jaclynn

My D&D character is a crafty hobbit, and before tomorrow’s campaign, I had to write his backstory. After writing it, I didn’t have the gumption to write this post. That’s because I want to watch Gilmore Girls at .75x speed with Spanish subtitles and with Spanish speakers. Even though I don’t understand half of whatContinue reading “Wilkus Wildheart”

I can’t calm myself down. I miswrote calm just now, typing clam. Ha, that’s funny. The reason for my internal freak out is I’m scared that an upcoming family therapy session will devolve into a Jerry Springer episode. Did my use of Jerry Springer date me? Guess not; Google tells me it only stopped airingContinue reading “Winny Wins”

Life’s too grand of an adventure not to play with all the spices and cook with them well. “Oh, she’s learning to be deceptive.” Dave filled me in on the details when he asked Evelyn where an unusual sound came from, “probyee, it was Mom.” Her deceit is far from the criminal level, so forContinue reading “Lie To Me”

When it’s a blah day I don’t see value in sharing my experience. But writing in the third person (as though it were somebody else’s life entirely) makes things interesting. She pats kale, arugula, carrot, buttercrunch lettuce, and basil seeds into chilled soil as she gambles that winter’s frosty days have passed. Later, she’ll becomeContinue reading “Time Marches On”

I feel compelled to choke back my verbal vomit, but I won’t. I hate today; it’s a giant turd. I wish I could flush it down the toilet, instead it got stuck. First, the therapist note requirements for insurance companies increased significantly. Next, Evelyn landed head-first on the tile floor – triggering my biggest fearContinue reading “A Frayed Knot”

I love connecting with my writing as it helps me connect with myself. But right now, I’m feeling slightly disconnected, and I don’t know why. I feel time’s pressure; its tick, tick, tick flicks a nerve that’s unnerving. I try to push it aside, but its face scowls as it faces me. What I doContinue reading “Down The Hatch”

Instead of breathing life into my dreams, I kill them off. Like George R.R. Martin, I cut my favorites at the throat. Not a pretty picture, but what’s it matter? You’ll stand by and let me. No one will save you from yourself. No one that is, but you. Love, Jaclynn