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!”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
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”
I Dream Of Doughnuts
Needing four points to beat my opponent in Fantasy Football and watching my wide receiver score zero points in the first half left hope spilling like sand through the gaps in my fingers. When finally, a pass in the third quarter put me .5 ahead, and another two catches added five more points, I knewContinue reading “I Dream Of Doughnuts”
Date Night
When going up steep hills, our Chevy Volt revs and growls unsatisfyingly. I think it gets stuck in gear, unable to shift into the next. I feel like that sometimes, like my go-go-go struggles to downshift to a calmer, more regulated state. Writing down things helps. But so does the two shots of tequila inContinue reading “Date Night”
Sugar And Spice
I remember reading that mastery comes after 10,000 hours of doing something. I know I mastered poker dealing, but what else? Gardening. Counseling. Being a perfectionist. While cooking tortellini, Dave and Evelyn were making a gingerbread house out of stickers. When Evelyn placed a snowy patch on crooked, I got mildly agitated and said somethingContinue reading “Sugar And Spice”
Head In The Clouds
I’m the narrator of my life. I don’t hide. I’m like Stephen King, I write the book and then put myself in the movie. Popcorn! Who wants some popcorn? I spin the cans of coconut water to forward face in the mini-fridge. I don’t have OCD, but I do arrange things in visually pleasing ways.Continue reading “Head In The Clouds”
Going On 40 