I looked at my notes before a session, “Be aware of your expectations; they lead to disappointment.” Then, I questioned the validity of my findings; and realized my feeling disappointed in an individual’s response was okay. But, could sharing my feelings with the individual benefit them? So often, I desire to wear a masked, there’s nothingContinue reading “Schoolin’ Me Self”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
No Doubt, I’m All-In
I’m just a girl, punching some letters, wondering; what this post will be about: an excellent fart joke, the memory of the time I won Homecoming queen, or how much I loved dealing poker. How about we start with poker? Dan, a mostly all-the-time alcoholic that stashed six-packs in the bushes, taught me to dealContinue reading “No Doubt, I’m All-In”
Unlight My Fire
You should know you’re in trouble when you eat a hot sauce from a company named Puckerbutt Pepper Co. A queezy head and a stomach set upon a stormy sea is the result of completing the “Hot One’s Challenge” at a friend’s birthday party, and however much I’d prefer to close my eyes and feelContinue reading “Unlight My Fire”
Moody Blues Traveler
Jade Black, a woman whose work I’m minorly obsessed with, was at the art show at the Ocean Shores Convention Center earlier today. She’s a local, and her photography is moody – in darker, sepia tones – with herself often floating with the ocean in the background in a fantasy scene with doors, keys, andContinue reading “Moody Blues Traveler”
Flighty Mighty Ducks
If I were to close my eyes, into a beauteous slumber I’d drift; the kind where involuntary body twitches abound and where reality sifts through your fingers like sand in an hourglass. But it’s too early for bed and too late for a nap. So I’ll spend time thinking and waiting like a spider forContinue reading “Flighty Mighty Ducks”
Honey, I’m Home
This place is a pig sty. I think to myself at seeing the unpacked suitcase, mismatched toddler shoes strewn about in a scavenger hunt-esque fashion, and a zillion other things I can’t bring to mind right now because I don’t want to. Pig sty? I also think. That’s not a word I use. Where inContinue reading “Honey, I’m Home”
Ebony Ivory Purple
I wonder, will the well for daily writing ever run dry? And then coyotes, a pack of them, jolt me up in the middle of the night. Their screams are spine-tingling, much worse than the crying baby-sounding bird I heard in Kauai. Then, as if by the wand of an orchestra conductor, they silence, jarringContinue reading “Ebony Ivory Purple”
Chicken Potty Pie
I’m going to tell on myself: When scrubbing chicken poop off the outdoor furniture this morning, I thought, “I am better than her,” while playing a girlfriend’s behavior in my mind’s eye. You heard me right, chicken poop. That dang domesticated rooster is at the point he mosies in the front and back door likeContinue reading “Chicken Potty Pie”
I’ll Be Your Huckleberry
“Past the firehouse, take a left, on a washed-out road go 200 yards, take right at the big flag, go up, down, and up again, then past where that forest fire was.” With blue-stained fingers, I type, letting you know my Dad’s directions to the huckleberry patch are far more interesting than any dumb GPS’s.Continue reading “I’ll Be Your Huckleberry”
Family Ties
I am exhausted! My cousin’s wedding was today and is still going on. We left early because my eyes are red and veiny, and if you saw them, you’d say, You should get some rest, or those must be some good drugs. But seriously, I have some meaningful, unique, and tear-jerking stories to share fromContinue reading “Family Ties”
Going On 40 