Harsh feelings are always around, but it’s nice knowing I have tools in the ol’ bag to work cooperatively with them. I’m on the second of a five part series in a self-care newsletter and recently shared that changing “I feel ___” to “something in me feels ____ “ can shift our perspective on howContinue reading “Self-Care Stuff”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
How to Deal Poker – Part 1
Dealing in various casinos for over a decade I know about whipping cards across a felt. For a writing exercise, I reminisced about my poker days and provided step-by-step instructions on dealing. I didn’t include the entire piece here, but will add Part 2 at a later date. As always, thanks for stopping by. Love,Continue reading “How to Deal Poker – Part 1”
The Therapy Virgin
I saw a therapist for the first time when I was 25. I was a mess and didn’t know who to turn to, and a friend recommended his therapist Lori. With her short spiked hair and intense eyes, I sat on her couch, not knowing a thing about therapy. Fearing her judgment, I tiptoed aroundContinue reading “The Therapy Virgin”
Rain Rain Come Again
Winters snail slow pace is quickening, and soon we’ll all be peeking our cute wet noses out of hibernation. Before sun up, a Northern Flicker jackhammered the shingles outside my bedroom window. Those spotted pastel-breasted dumb dumbs are territorial, so they return to the same spot each year. Yep, I awoke to this rapid peckingContinue reading “Rain Rain Come Again”
Somewhere With You
I make up weird stories in my head. Conspiratorial ones where interactions replay and rigid fingers thrust into my chest demanding, “WHY!?” No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do I will never be good enough. A tough session clipped my wings. I tried to bring the rudder up while frantically pushingContinue reading “Somewhere With You”
Climbing A Wonderwall
In my life, rarely do I have a close call. I’m calculated. I see all outcomes. Ain’t nothing sneaking up on me. A broad-winged seagull swooped down for food in the Fred Meyer parking lot just as a goatee’d gentleman punched the gas pedal of his Subaru. The man’s arms suddenly raised as if contestingContinue reading “Climbing A Wonderwall”
The Daily Page
She knows what she needs but hasn’t known if she can trust me. After months of working together, the missing pieces fall onto the floor of my office; the encyclopedic list of betrayals that blocked her from healing lay at my feet. On lunch break and needing gas, It’s all a game of monopoly, IContinue reading “The Daily Page”
Death Becomes Us
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”
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”
Going On 40 