“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”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
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”
Me Tarzan, You Jane
Obviously I’m not outrunning and outsmarting saber-tooth tigers like my ancestors once did. But you can bet, once I realized I left my phone at home, my mind and body worked into a frenzied state just like I was a caveman. Reach Dave through messenger? No. Go back home? No time; keep going. Be radioContinue reading “Me Tarzan, You Jane”
Meandering Mind: A Poem
Another mother of a blank page staring me down, like Uncle Sam pointing his finger, “I need you!” I lack the wind for a stellar sail, so I’ll drift in an eddy until I’m ready. To shoot! Down the rapids of relief. And to swirl in a pool of dreams of which I long. NotContinue reading “Meandering Mind: A Poem”
Motherhood
“Perhaps a blog about what it’s like to have a child starting school? I would love to hear your thoughts on that milestone.” This text message from Joanne deserves a response. I tear like two halves of paper falling to the ground. Discarded. The ripping is done slowly and then quickly. Done. A kiss andContinue reading “Motherhood”
Going On 40 