“I’m feeling anxious and stressed.” I nodded, stood, and walked to grab my “Mixed Emotions” card deck from a shelf in my office. “Anything else you’re feeling?” I asked in the midst of handing over the 77 images accompanied with various experiences, then directed him to make two piles, one affirming the emotion and theContinue reading “Feels For Reals”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Tangly Thread
As I type, a friend is being transferred from Valley Medical Center to Overlake for bypass surgery. He is scared and mad and feels betrayed by his body. I spoke with him 15 minutes before the ambulance ride, and he enjoyed hearing Evelyn’s giggle in the background and my telling him about her nudity, orange-dyed,Continue reading “Tangly Thread”
Come On Over
Resting on the wrist as I write is a scraggly toddler chicken. Its ability to balance on slim ledges would impress, uh, well, something that balances well. I had a playdate with the chick and the duck; it did not go well. Good thing my judo chop arm was ready and a slice in theContinue reading “Come On Over”
Pride Month
I click x, x, x, x, x and breathe a huge sigh as my body relaxes beneath me. There’s nothing better than closing down all the completed and unused browsing tabs so that nothing remains. Now it’s just me and a blank page and I feel like a kid at the final bell of theContinue reading “Pride Month”
Memoir Monsters
During weekly writing check-ins, the conversation usually goes, “Yep, been blogging. Going well. Writing in my book? Not yet. The doc is open and ready but no, haven’t got to it.” And as I talk I sink in the quicksand of disappointment and guilt knowing I could have but didn’t. That is until today. BeforeContinue reading “Memoir Monsters”
Fullest House
Live your life, and life will reveal itself. I’m noticing some posts write themselves. “Hold up! Hold up! Straighten the wheel!” Robbie, the neighbor’s nephew, stands in the middle of the one-way gravel driveway shouting out directions that fall on deaf ears. Behind the wheel is Gene, Robbie’s uncle and also our across-the-street neighbor, whoContinue reading “Fullest House”
No Bad Kids
My mind drifts like the cottonwood on the breeze to the peculiarness of seeing an extra-large U-Haul being hauled and the delight of seeing my daughter’s smile each time she dunked her face into the water fountain at Winco. The strength of the scent of lilac in the air seems manufactured, like in Disney’s resortContinue reading “No Bad Kids”
Make Me Eargasm
I’m thinking about the puppetmaster-like sway the mixture of a melody, a voice, and the lyrics have over a person’s memory. It’s like being strapped into a roller coaster and hearing the words, “Ready or not, here you go.” A song transported me to 2012 when I lived out of an ’84 Westfalia camper van.Continue reading “Make Me Eargasm”
Embodied Boldly
I am compelled to neatly tidy the untidiness in relationships. Like returning home to check a door I know is locked – I am drawn to do it. I run on a hamster wheel to the end that’s still the start, and I wonder why? This mind racing tastes like a teen spirited away. I’mContinue reading “Embodied Boldly”
I’ll Be The Judge
It’s not my intention to say “this sucks” or “I hate this” after closing the binding on most of the children’s books we read together as a family, but that’s what happens. I guess what I’m saying is, do you think I should write blog posts where I brutally dissect children’s books? My husband thinksContinue reading “I’ll Be The Judge”
Going On 40 