You’ll be happy to know the next step in my adventure of raising ducks is almost here! “Any day now” is the email response I just received from the lady on OfferUp about their hatching. So I’m like a kid watching the clock on the last day of school before the summer break. I can’tContinue reading “Crack Open, Please!”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Ghosting: A Rant
I’m gonna go out on a not-so-long limb and say that ghosting (for those who don’t know, it’s the act of cutting off all communication and ignoring a person) is harmful. The clients I work with talk about doing it and are having it happen to them, which makes me wonder, is this the norm?Continue reading “Ghosting: A Rant”
A Real-Life Person At The IRS
“I was able to do 24 pull-ups. As you can imagine, I was quite the studlette.” This morning, day five of waiting on hold for far too long and getting hung up on, things greatly improved when Shannon came on the line. As expected the 62-year-old Marine’s military career bled into the commands given atContinue reading “A Real-Life Person At The IRS”
Fly Like An Eagle
I cock my head, peer into the distance, and hope the words will come. Where are they? Nature doesn’t respond, and it’s certain then; my creative juices have dried up and are in an empty jug floating away to sea. Legs outstretched, food digesting, my daughter and her grandmother are gardening. It’s just me. ForContinue reading “Fly Like An Eagle”
Unbreak My Heart
A gun is pushing into the center of my back. I must do what I’m told. There’s a pressure inside me, an unknown force that strongholds my thoughts, stifles creativity, and makes me feel utterly powerless. I’d like to perform a badass MMA move on it. Specifically, The Undertaker’s tombstone pile driver – ain’t nobodyContinue reading “Unbreak My Heart”
I Don’t Remember
I don’t remember how he picked up his feet when he walked or whether his burgundy woolen slippers skimmed the ground or if they left it with room to spare. I don’t remember the kind of cup he poured his box of red wine Franzia into. I’d surely remember if it was a proper stemmedContinue reading “I Don’t Remember”
No Diggity
Who am I to want to be a writer? And who am I to think other people will be interested in what I write? These thoughts plague, taunt and cajole me into doubt. And it’s this seed of insecurity that burrows in me like one of those creepy insect-bots from sci-fi films. But not toContinue reading “No Diggity”
One Week
I’m not fond of my serious side, even though I know it’s an essential aspect of my identity. But like Barenaked Naked Ladies said, “I’m the kind of guy that laughs at a funeral,” so I suppose there are others out there like me. I remember the first client I ever saw, a woman freshlyContinue reading “One Week”
Final Thoughts
Suicide notes, one of the final actions of a person’s life, have always interested me. I recently found a study that analyzed 23 suicide notes with the goal of adding to the literature on suicide prevention. The results showed that over 80% of the notes included shame, guilt, or an apology in their contents. WhichContinue reading “Final Thoughts”
Dead Hearts
The fewer number of unknowables in my life, the better. Side note: I love my deodorant. At our last family Christmas dinner, I sniffed a divine scent on my sister-in-law, which made my olfactories go a bit bonkers. I had to know it and had to have it – whatever it was. It turns outContinue reading “Dead Hearts”
Going On 40 