Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

Just before the sweet pull of sleep dragged me under, I had a brilliant lightbulb moment for this post. But when I finally woke up after a ten-minute snooze, my battery felt recharged, yet poof—the brilliance had vanished into that invisible space where neglected thoughts go to die. I’m feeling somber. Otis Redding’s “(Sittin’ On)Continue reading “The Best of Me”

See you tomorrow. Too sleepy. Love, Jaclynn

I’ve got this shaky boulder in my chest. At first, I thought it was just the double-shot of coffee, but it’s been lingering for over an hour now. It’s insecurity—this nagging feeling that sends me combing through the nearest worries in my mind like I’m searching for something hidden, something I never find. In thatContinue reading “Stillness in the Wild”

The book Conscious Loving was a wedding gift from my second cousin, Kaya. I’d flipped through it’s pages once or twice, like the back cover of some edgy VHS from a dusty rental shop. It felt too fringe, too out there. I was intrigued but not enough to dive in, so it sat on theContinue reading “Sexual Healing”

With tiny hands, six of us family members took turns picking teammates and using the little grabbers to collect locks and gems in a new game Amazon dropped on our doorstep—a game my girlfriend swears by. It’ll likely become a fun ritual, and I can’t help but laugh at the teamwork and my $6 millionContinue reading “Slice of Life”

I have this sense I’m a bit dramatic, like I’m too much—just a Spanish soap opera star rolling her r’s until the screen fades to black. And even if that’s true, what’s wrong with a little extra pizazz, a few notches of passion cranked up, and a mighty glob of glamour? Nothing, that’s what. I’veContinue reading “Drama Queen Dreams”

In size 26.5 font, I write, “Another one of my teeth are wiggly,” for Evelyn. Written with an orange Crayola on white sketch paper, I’m not sure who note is for, but seeing her words all crammed together has me thinking: maybe ten minutes a day practicing letters would help. After forgetting to reset theContinue reading “Opa Says A Me”

Every blue moon, I find myself at a dead end in life’s maze. My decisions twist and turn, leading me to an abrupt stop that leaves me feeling lost. Do you ever get caught in that same mindset, until everything you’ve built feels like a house of toothpicks ready to collapse? In counseling sessions, whenContinue reading “An Orchard Is Born”

Evelyn’s off to her first friend sleepover, so Dave and I have the evening to ourselves with a date at the 9 pm Beetlejuice showing. Before movie time, though, I strapped on the Magnum Stihl blower—my own kind of ghost-busting tool! The driveway was littered with leaves and acorns, and at full speed, that blowerContinue reading “Let’s Make A Deal”