Sex, nudity, violence, and gore are listed as severe. Profanity, frightening, and intense scenes? Moderate. Which can only mean one thing: I’m back to watching Mindhunter. The Netflix series pulled me in for the first seven episodes, but I took a break back in April. Tonight, though, I’ve got a rare moment to myself—Dave andContinue reading “Snuggles and Serial Killers”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
The Jump On Inn
The lively green tree frogs are on the move, and I’m on it. With a cup in hand, I captured two and introduced them to the newly constructed frog hotel near my morning coffee rocking chair spot. We built the house using three two-foot PVC pipes with 90-degree bends, buried them in rock, and toppedContinue reading “The Jump On Inn”
Want to Be My Friend?
Sitting in the children’s section at the Centerville library, I watch Evelyn watch two sisters play. They’re making food—cutting a pancake, a chicken drumstick, and an over-easy egg. Evelyn’s brow furrows as she watches the younger one step away to rummage through a nearby bin for more plastic food. As she passes Evelyn, who remainsContinue reading “Want to Be My Friend?”
Hopping To Be Happy
It sounds like the banging of a marching band—the bass of it, the lowness. Rhythmic and ominous. Then comes the breeze, equally teasing. A light warm-up. A few jumping jacks. You keep swimming, acting as if there’s nothing to see, until— That big rumble. No mistaking it. A low growl that pops off suddenly, likeContinue reading “Hopping To Be Happy”
Rooted in Hope
I feel helpless. The largest, most majestic oak tree—the same one we only two days ago hung a swing from—its leaves are dying. Is it the fungal disease Google says the tree could recover from? Or is it something worse, something fatal? I can’t believe how attached I am to that giant. Its branches stretchContinue reading “Rooted in Hope”
Day Off
All day spent with friends and family. Lots of crazy fun. No time to write. Love Jaclynn
Drake Be Dreaming
I’m ever so slightly regretting taking my hummingbird obsession from three to five feeders on the front porch. It’s a job, y’all. Truly. I’m cooking up a batch of the good stuff every other day, and my granulated sugar output now requires two oversized bags in the pantry—front line, ready for deployment. I’ve thought aboutContinue reading “Drake Be Dreaming”
The Houseguest Hustle
I wrapped Dave into creating TikTok content with me. Poor guy. The ask? High-pitched voice, with a lovely accent of a royal queen. After learning about “content gaps,” seeing needs for cute moths, and knowing I have video and pictures to share, I remembered Dave’s voice. Specifically, all the times he’s been complimented for theContinue reading “The Houseguest Hustle”
Guess Who’ Coming To Dinner
I want to monetize TikTok. Wouldn’t it be cool to post videos of your day-to-day life and get paid—for just doing stuff? That’s what I’m after. Earlier, I pulled five blackened bananas from the freezer and shot a quick video of myself walking into the kitchen to talk about the two loaves of banana breadContinue reading “Guess Who’ Coming To Dinner”
Live and Let Die
“Smack it,” Emma tells Evelyn, pointing at a spider crawling a little too close to their dollhouse. “Emma,” Evelyn replies, suddenly stern, as if she’s slipped into a parental role. “We do not kill live creatures around here. You may not.” She’s right, you know. We don’t. Although, I’ve reconsidered—ever since I saw a videoContinue reading “Live and Let Die”
Going On 40 