After placing books back on the shelves, straightening pillows and cushions, and picking up several stray, hardened bunny turds from the carpet, I plop onto the couch, cross my legs, open the same Google Doc as yesterday, delete the previous day’s words, and command myself to write. “Lookie here,” I tell myself. “It’s quiet. Everything—forContinue reading “Seahawks Win, Baby!”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz
This heartburn is no joke. I’m taking the night off. Go Seahawks! Love, Jaclynn
Take a Seat
I think I got burned. My lips have a jalapeño-seed-licked burn to them, and my face a thermostat turned up too high feel. I blame the cloudless day. But the brand-new SPF 50 I slathered on thick begs to differ. Maybe it was the wind. That silent-but-deadly blowing—on me while running, on me during anContinue reading “Take a Seat”
The Artist of Today
Often, in my zoom-zoom during housework, I fail to take a minute to smell the roses. Why I slowed my roll while on my hands and knees, steam cleaner pressed over a spot the dry vacuum failed to suck up—I don’t know. As an aside, since the little girl kitten and her mama moved in,Continue reading “The Artist of Today”
Smell Ya Later
Not in a writing mood. It’s not you, it’s me. I want the couch, a bit of TV, and a nice night of sleep. Don’t you worry, I’ll be right back here tomorrow. Nighty night. Love, Jaclynn
Silent Book Club
“I guess we got our social fix for the week,” I tell Dave as we stroll side by side down the ramp of the Crawford County Library. Ms. Lita, one of the two librarians, drives the conversation, as she usually does. She asks about Evelyn’s day, comments on the weather, and mentions the number ofContinue reading “Silent Book Club”
Off to the Races
Monday is an overflow day. Like a little country mouse, I beat the rugs and make the bread—English muffins, to be exact. My lacto-fermenting garlic will be ready in about a week and a half. Fifty cloves plunked into a mason jar with a 3% saltwater brine, the lid marked with the 11th—their start date—andContinue reading “Off to the Races”
The Weight of the Catch (Book Part 39)
Previous After the family reunion, my answer—“I don’t know”—when asked where I was headed next, earned me an invitation to stay with Brita and her husband, Howard, in Cokato, Minnesota. They gave me the third floor of their home—my own room, my own bathroom, a window looking out over their grain bin and lush AugustContinue reading “The Weight of the Catch (Book Part 39)”
Sparkling Experimental Puzzlings
It’s 9:45 a.m. The coffee’s long gone cold, with about an inch of liquid left in the cup. This is the norm—I never drink that last gulp. The problem is that it gets forgotten, on a desk or bathroom counter. I’ll find it a day or two later with a top layer of film, theContinue reading “Sparkling Experimental Puzzlings”
Ice, Ice Baby
I’m tempted to do a segment called I Don’t Care. Taking the random things that show up in my social media feed—the ones I click because of a headline—and after a few minutes of reading and a deep dive, I’m left with a head full of information I truly do not care about. In myContinue reading “Ice, Ice Baby”
Going On 40 