I’m very against bragging. I’d stand on a pulpit, wave my fist and lament how doing so is a failing to our most supreme sensibilities. And yet, is it all that wrong to talk oneself up or feel prideful in something done well? I become uninterested quickly. While writing this post, I picked up myContinue reading “No Escape From Reality”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
To The Moon!
In the recesses of my mind, insecurity lurks that you’ll bore of me – how can you not?- and toss me aside like an old toy. This leads to my fear that I can’t keep up with this blog or stay close to the people in my life. What do they get out of hangingContinue reading “To The Moon!”
Namby Pamby: A Poem
I write out of spite, not delight. A kite? I’d fly it to the stars. Or Mars. It’s up to the string—a thing that certainly would knot. Or not. A pig pile of stuffed animals wrastled for the pyramid’s top. Stop—nothing to see here. Listen close. The drip of rain, it’ll stain. But only ifContinue reading “Namby Pamby: A Poem”
Walk This Way
Removing the television from the living room was one of the best decisions Dave and I made. Without a coffee table, there’s just an open rug, so the space is conducive to playing games, talking, or listening to music. Or for opening birthday presents. Which almost 3-year-old Evelyn did in front of her family earlierContinue reading “Walk This Way”
Thar She Flows
This is a day described as “awful” by a family member. The skies are letting loose, rain, rain, and more rain. On my walk into Walmart and Winco, it appeared my fellow Washingtonians were ready to take the watery battle head-on, the only way they know how, with a sullen, head down, shoulder lean approach.Continue reading “Thar She Flows”
Red Hot Venti Preppers
A single tissue flaps in the wind, waving hello at me from the corner of the room. The air is on, and I’m nervous. That the upstairs thermostat is in my office and therefore under my control is a good thing, but that twice now the masseuse next door has asked me to turn itContinue reading “Red Hot Venti Preppers”
Queen Of The Road
There are twenty-three minutes until my next session. It’s with a couple that lives in their car. The summer was good to them, dry and warm and easy for the most part. But now? The temperature’s dropping fast, and I’m curious to hear how it’s going. I told them about my stint with car livingContinue reading “Queen Of The Road”
Tree Fallin’
“I need to put water in my belly,” Evelyn said, hiccupping and running to find her glass. Remembering what my Mom used to do for me, yet unsure of its efficacy, I said, “Come on, let’s try a teaspoon full of sugar.” “Yes, sugar!” She shouted in delight. Sitting on Dave’s lap for a pre-bedtimeContinue reading “Tree Fallin’”
Take It Slow, Joe
“The Gentle Art of Loving Your Trauma Clients” is a continuing education course that appeared in my inbox this morning. Ninety-six percent of the time, I delete invitation’s like these from WMHCA (Washington Mental Health Counseling Association) like the junk they are. But not this morning. I clicked on it; not only was I curious,Continue reading “Take It Slow, Joe”
My friend, Peter
It’s the usual “Talk?” text–and since I had a minute yesterday–I called and headed for a place on the back porch to chat. Still in his bathrobe, Peter tells me he just put another log on the fire. I listen, but my attention’s also on the hovering hummingbird dropping noticeable lines of urine/feces. I’m pickingContinue reading “My friend, Peter”
Going On 40 