Three outdated satellite dishes sit on property underneath powerlines, trucks’ hoods are rusted and propped open, and there are a smattering of unworking appliances. Seeing this disarray while driving to work brought back a memory from Slab City. If you don’t know Slab City, it’s a desolate place for vagrants, the disenfranchised, and the curious,Continue reading “Desert Dwellers”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
What’s Up, Duck?
I’m seated next to the most talkative person at the Kraken game. He’s the guy that gets four or five drinks in him before showing up. There’s not much I don’t know about him by the end of the first period. His first concert? C&C Music Factory.Where was he last week? In 14-degree weather inContinue reading “What’s Up, Duck?”
Water Over The Bridge
I rolled down the car window to let the security guard know the last name of the people’s whose home I’m visiting. Here on Tapps Island, they mean business. As I did, a gust of wind blew a raindrop straight into my ear hole. Just one. I wished I’d told the high schooler in aContinue reading “Water Over The Bridge”
I’m A Loser Baby
At the end of the second 5-Minute Bluey story, inspiration for this post hit. I contemplated running for my laptop and spilling the answers of life’s meaning all over the page for you. But I didn’t. Instead, I continued on reading the right-hand pages as Dave read the left. And now that I’m writing, I’veContinue reading “I’m A Loser Baby”
Get Out Of The Water!
Dear Jaclynn, Write now because this is your time. I prompt myself, but it doesn’t work. Nothing is worth writing about tonight. Nothing inspires me. How does TC (one of favorite blog writers) write the way he does and not get in his head or distracted by the mundane? Or does he? The zucchini bitesContinue reading “Get Out Of The Water!”
Talking Shmalking
Like clockwork, apps and calendars gently remind us of our home maintenance tasks. They do for me, anyway. In the Northwest, that means traversing pitched rooves with waist-tied ropes to sprinkle moss killer in October and to pressure wash winter’s green hues from the siding, reinforce sky lights’ seals, and replace rotten boards in AprilContinue reading “Talking Shmalking”
Merry Xmas Ya Filthy Animals
Hearing fuck repeatedly fly from the mouth of my 3-year-old as she struggled to put the Frozen II Monopoly lid box on made me question my parenting choices. I’m the verbal assaulter in the family. I sling effs, and sh**s around with the frequency of a prison inmate knowing one of their biscuits is missing.Continue reading “Merry Xmas Ya Filthy Animals”
Excuses, Excuses
I suck at texting. I type a sentence, question my intentions, re-write it or don’t, then in a fit of stress, say “eff it,” and press send. It happens mostly when I reschedule clients or with friends I have infrequent contact with. During stressful times in counseling sessions, I imagine I’m skipping rocks. Splitting myContinue reading “Excuses, Excuses”
Shortiest Day
I got lost in a circular thinking whirlpool with a client yesterday. It’s happened before, and when it does, I feel like Alice falling down a rabbit hole with no awareness of the bottom. Somewhere in throwing ideas out in the air like pebbles into a pond, I jumped in and tried to grab one.Continue reading “Shortiest Day”
It’s Not Always Sunny
“Do you think I take you for granted?” Over a homemade spaghetti and salad dinner tonight, both Dave and I answered yes to the question. Check-ins are important to me. Since I don’t expect either one of us to act perfect, or to love each other perfectly I see moments like the one I mentionedContinue reading “It’s Not Always Sunny”
Going On 40 