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”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
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”
Rug Rat Havoc
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”
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”
Going On 40 