Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

This afternoon, I ping-ponged between seeing a client and catching hour-long breaks. I felt like Mr. Rogers—remember how he’d change from a blazer into a cardigan? Well, I went from a stylish jumpsuit to a swimsuit at least three times today. As someone who tries out jokes on Dave before deciding whether they’re blog-worthy, IContinue reading “Pants Off Dance Off”

“Mama, I want you to be quiet. I need it to be peaceful over here.”Evelyn joined Dave and me in the hammocks—three straps cinched around a single tree, each stretching out to its own trunk, like spokes from a center. There’s enough room for us to swing gently in our own directions, but as youContinue reading “The Psychic Umbilical Cord”

The more sugary the cereal, the more I loved it as a kid. Chocolate! I’m a ’90s kid, so mornings with Count Chocula, Cookie Crisp, and Cocoa Krispies felt like early school release days to go to the State Fair. Watching the hand vaccum slurp up our bunny’s turds—their swirling like chocolate Kix in aContinue reading “Unlikeliest of Friends”

Do you remember The Country Mouse and the City Mouse? Most of my day—scratch that—now that I replay the story in my head, I think I was channeling a different planning and prepping mouse. Or was I? Never mind. I looked it up, and I was wrong. The country mouse visits his city cousin forContinue reading “Lil Bunny Foo Foo”

My love-colored glasses for this bunny are as powerful as the rolling thunderclaps outside. I’m in the screened-in part of our deck, watching him—chewing, licking the webs of his paws, kicking his hind legs out like he’s sunbathing sideways, and suddenly catching the zooms. All this, within an hour of impulsively buying him from Noah’sContinue reading “A Floppy Family Addition”

At much too early an hour, I shuffled—half-eyed—into the hallway and found Dave and Evelyn. “She’s not feeling well. I’m getting her some grapes,” Dave said. I felt Evelyn’s forehead. Too hot. Concerning. As I entered the kitchen, a sound emerged from her body that left no doubt about what was coming next. Dave andContinue reading “Room For Improvement”

I don’t want to write.I don’t want to write.I don’t want to write.I don’t want to write.I don’t want to write. I have a headache.The blue light from my computer is probably the culprit—not failing vision, thankfully.It’s been a long workday. But here I am. Writing anyway.Not because I have something profound to say, butContinue reading “The Art of Showing Up”

Can I start with my eyes? I’ve known for a few months now that they get tired. That they gently water. They love to rest when closed. I’ve also known I should probably try on some +1.25 reading glasses—just to see if my close-up vision is starting to shift. So, I stopped by the pharmacyContinue reading “Love it Or List It”