I’m not a fan of the word job, or what it means when I have a job to do. Take writing, for instance; usually, it’s a beautiful retreat in the Catskills at a riverfront AirBnB fit with a hot tub, 500-thread count sheets, and a squeak-less porch swing. But for some reason, today, writing is work.Continue reading “Case Of The Mondays”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Pop Pop Fizz Fizz
I want a pair of cute pajama bottoms—maximum softness and appealing color scheme matter. The red plaid jailbird ones I folded and stuffed in the drawer for the 500th time today have got to go. I wish I were younger when my aunt took me to the fabric store and sewed whatever I picked out.Continue reading “Pop Pop Fizz Fizz”
Live And Let Die
Imagine riding a free-wheeling brake-less bike downhill. The grip on the handlebar tires the muscles in your hands, and no matter how hard your eyes dart, a bump and pebble on the asphalt will inevitably send you end over end. I tried calming and settling myself, but even while having close friends over, I couldn’tContinue reading “Live And Let Die”
Hush Hush
“At dinner, Sheila Rae made believe that the cherries in her fruit cocktail were the eyes of dead bears, and she ate five of them.” How do you feel about this line from the children’s book our dear friend Jeff read to our sweet two-year-old daughter this evening? Where once the story droned in theContinue reading “Hush Hush”
Dragon Turds
I’m feeling lazy and vulnerable, so I’m scanning my email inbox for already written past stuff to copy and paste here. But then, I had to read this dang quote by Anne Lamont to snap me back to being accountable. “You either start now, or it is not going to happen for you, and youContinue reading “Dragon Turds”
Adulting 101: Meh Moments
I hate Costco. There I said it. Throw your sticks and snub your nose. I can take it. Once upon a time, Costco was my garden of Eden. A magical universe that stored behind its bold red lettering an airplane carrier full of items I needed to be mine; rugs, pillows, pans, bowl sets, solarContinue reading “Adulting 101: Meh Moments”
Is This Thing On?
I’m rarin’ to go, just a pony chompin’ at the bit. Release me already; I’m ready to write! But first, I have to start the dishwasher, organize Barbie dolls, and let the dog out to potty. Even with ideas a swirlin’, I can’t get to unfurlin’ them. And then I get stage fright as theContinue reading “Is This Thing On?”
An Eloquent Silhouette
What if we uprooted all the sparse brown grass and heavily seeded dandelions and then replaced them with nothing? Just a volleyball court-sized area of dirt. Or what if we pulled out the four single-pained windows and replaced them with better sound and weatherproofed ones? Would that make me happy? I leave most ideas idlingContinue reading “An Eloquent Silhouette”
Hoochie Coochie Coo
A nebulous nightmare is backfilling my mind with torturous thoughts. I want it to stop, so I remind myself of the good things in my life. But bullshitting doesn’t work. How about I own my miserable mood, like Eeyore or Alexander from the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day book? Whoa. That’s the oneContinue reading “Hoochie Coochie Coo”
Bolderly Cold
The dang Norwegians made me do it. An albino man clothed in navy blue underwear approached the salty water. As his toes touched it, he stopped, and our eyes met. I laughed at his abrupt halt, but the ocean’s roar made me miss whatever he said next. I moved toward him, “How cold is it?”Continue reading “Bolderly Cold”
Going On 40 