Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

My imagination created a cleaning service due to seeing a pile of folded hand towels ready to be put away. The question is; If a maid swooped in, how would they know where they go? Stickers; round, easy-to-remove, color-coded stickers. That’s how! After the initial consultation and paperwork, I’d have received a sheet of stickersContinue reading “Scary Milk”

I am a weary soldier, hardened by battle, a tattered flag by my side. Limping at the hip as history’s events play in my mind. I waver in my power like a ship tossed to a storm; its dizzying reality slams me to my knees. The conviction in my cells says, “You can move mountains,”Continue reading “One Tin Soldier”

In pivotal, fork-in-the-road moments, I ask, what do I want for my life? At 20 and 22 years old, I had abortions. Zero part of me wanted a kid at the time; the idea of being a mother brought up vomit in my mouth.  I couldn’t fathom their dependency and how the dripping snot wouldContinue reading “Abortion: I’ll Take Two”

“I want to be Boujee.” The confession comes as I feel June’s budget tightening like a choke chain around my neck.  I’m seated at a windowed table overlooking a dramatic view of the Jurassic Park mountainous landscape. In the foreground are deep blue ripples that reflect the overhead sun. I take a decadent bite ofContinue reading “Dream A Little Dream”

We’ve lost Evelyn to a family with four kids, a mom, dad, grandma, and two dogs. Dave and are a holler up the beach on dry sand listening to Kelly Clarkson’s Breakaway on the car radio with strands of our hair, plastic bags, and blankets flapping and whipping in the wind. Am I disappointed, surprised,Continue reading “Rush Of The Ocean”

I’m in a stare at the wall zone until my eyes blur, press the snooze button one more time kind of mood. But it’s time to write. I stir myself from a deep slumber, simply a fattened bear in hibernation. I slash the air with my paw; I’ll get to it later. But it’s 9:31Continue reading “Jammin’ Salmon Berries”

Isn’t it presumptive to expect that you’ll understand or that you are understanding? Especially when I inconvenience you and throw your whole day out of whack? For that reason, you will likely never receive an email or text sign-off from me with the words, “Thanks for understanding.” “You gotta let the ducks fly.” This wasContinue reading “Fly Like An Eagle”

My mind writes a sentence, or two, or three. A drawing board of ideas. A murder mystery in a smokey and dark basement. Red threads link yellow post-it notes, and it’s hard to tell if it’s all madness or genius. Tonight, I’ll take madness for $400, Alex. Just kidding. Or am I?  I have this feeling,Continue reading “Purple People Pleaser”

Several hours ago, a migraine knocked me down, the intensity of its pain placing a barrier between me and my life. I felt less than—like a diminished self. And I wouldn’t say I liked it. Evelyn, full of energy, sat close, wanting to engage with me, and even though I tried, I barely could. IContinue reading “Dust In The Wind”