A dismembered wing of a mallard duck my Dad killed hunting housed in a plastic bag is what my second-grade self brought to show-in-tell. And at 40-years-old, the irony was not lost on me when I stood on my front lawn this morning, mouth agape in awe at seeing the final few of my petContinue reading “Learning To Fly”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Scent Of A Woman
Out of concern about the partner of a client feeling ganged up on (this happened previously to them in couples therapy), I wonder if I over-corrected and my client felt that way. I hope not. I am sweaty; not tears coming out of my pores sweaty, but a subtle “ooh, it’s humid out” kind. SlappingContinue reading “Scent Of A Woman”
I Got A New Attitude
How do we change our have-to’s to want-to’s? I’m taking my resolutions slow and steady in the spirit of starting and ending 2023 like the tortoise. Twenty push-ups by December 31st means I have a long way to go. To see just how far, I dropped to the floor to see and squeezed out oneContinue reading “I Got A New Attitude”
Tiptoe Through The Tulips
During covid, seed-exchange programs popped up in communities to share resources. I only found out they existed when I read an article on sourcing inexpensive gardening seeds earlier today. I then found and joined one in my area. Not only did I get a 4-digit code and an address to pick them up from, butContinue reading “Tiptoe Through The Tulips”
Happy New Year!
With Mr. Rogers-like exuberance, Dave stands and says, “What do we want to do today?!” Then, answering his question says, “Are we doing it?!” My silent look says it all as I continue being treated by Evelyn’s pretend shot for an illness. It’s a sunny day, full of hope and promise on this eve ofContinue reading “Happy New Year!”
Feeling Badly
At the hockey game, I felt compelled to write the quirks of the guy seated next to me. “Didn’t practice the power kills this week, did we boys?” But I didn’t, and I don’t know why. I deny myself in posts. I shut down unworthy thoughts and feelings and then wish I hadn’t. My journeyContinue reading “Feeling Badly”
Desert Dwellers
Three outdated satellite dishes sit on property underneath powerlines, trucks’ hoods are rusted and propped open, and there are a smattering of unworking appliances.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”
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”
Going On 40 