I’m lost amongst the dust bunnies and feel like a puzzle piece far from home. Just an outcast on the outskirts waiting for an invite. When I like something, I like it. Meyer’s dish soap, Compassion Flower. Ten of them will land on my front porch within the week. For all I can’t do withContinue reading “Bigger Bedding”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Rain On Me
Today, seven boats were on the lake for the fishing derby – a paddleboat, a kayak, and a few canoes. Two of the vessels had electric mowers, and the rest of us simpletons circled oars up and down. But the rain didn’t stop us – no siree! Side note, and speaking of rain, a downpourContinue reading “Rain On Me”
Pizza Pity Partay
I scrapped the post I wrote for tonight and started from scratch. I’m scrambling to find words like Dorothy finding Toto before the tornado in The Wizard of Oz. Speaking of scratch, I made pizza dough for dinner. Not just dough because that would be weird. But with pepperoni and homemade marinara. But it wasContinue reading “Pizza Pity Partay”
Barefoot Therapy
Do you ever find yourself in a dilemma and don’t know what choice to make? That dam of a place where pros and cons and cons and pros are cited, all the while time is lost and pain and resistance build? Like being in one of those finger traps, where the harder you pull, theContinue reading “Barefoot Therapy”
All Systems No
Do you have a go-to system for doing things? A formula you can rely on when shit hits the fan? I do, but for the longest time, I didn’t and relied on the universe’s good vibbity-vibes to see me through. An older hippie friend of mine, Peter, drove his converted school bus from Los AngelesContinue reading “All Systems No”
Imagine Wagons
The texture on the office wall reminded me of when I was a kid and how I’d follow its dimension on sleepless nights. I’d scamper across its hills and valleys with nothing more than a knapsack over my shoulder. I’d trek the ridgelines of the familiar over the shapes I’d conquered and to the featuresContinue reading “Imagine Wagons”
She Works Hard When It’s Sunny
My dirty Huck Finn feet are outstretched and crossed over the top of each other as I take a break against the deck’s railing to write. My eyes lock-in and my mind creates boxes, and the to-be-fixed list grows. A deck board needs replacing; it caves and is nothing more than a sway-backed horse putContinue reading “She Works Hard When It’s Sunny”
Random: A Writing Exercise
Grab a book off your shelf, any book. Then flip to a random page and pick a random sentence. Write the sentence at the top of your page and begin writing a story starting with that sentence. Write for 15-20 minutes. The prompt from my writing partner is my post for tonight. It’s a littleContinue reading “Random: A Writing Exercise”
Worry Warthog
I try to calm myself with it’s ok, and just breathe, but in this moment, my internal 12-year-old is running the show, sticking their tongue out with fingers in their ears while saying, “Not listening.” With a magnetic attraction of a mob to the word “fight,” my adrenaline kicks in. Then all at once, uninvitedContinue reading “Worry Warthog”
Dirty Dwarf
Wanting to drip a last drop of sun on myself, I flung out a blanket to soak it up. But the tippety-top of a Douglas fir stole it from me. So I departed with an idea, and returned to the spot carrying a propane tank in one hand and a stove in the other. LookingContinue reading “Dirty Dwarf”