I want to do a scream of consciousness. Not the lovely stream, but the kind where the day’s filled with endless “I’m hungry”—right as the cart fills with groceries or at 8 pm when bedtime is overdue. A holler seems pretty reasonable right about now. Then there’s health insurance, home and car insurance, and aContinue reading “Scream of Conscious”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Music Making
Falling Slowly
I spend just as much time barefoot as I do in shoes. Today, I walked next door to my sister-in-law’s house on the sun-kissed asphalt. Entering her yard, I knelt on the ground—one knee, then the other— sitting on my bottom, then lowered my head back until it rested on the calloused earth beneath me.Continue reading “Falling Slowly”
Leave it to the Bees
Joey and I read a chapter from Ursula LeGuin’s “Steering the Craft” each week. Like me, Joey’s into writer’s books on writing, and this week’s chapter on adverbs and adjectives had us independently underlining the phrase “take responsibility” from Chapter 5. I’m taking the advice a step further and writing it on a stickie, andContinue reading “Leave it to the Bees”
Hurtful or Helpful
Three times during a counseling session with Veronica, let’s call her Veronica, I asked, “Hurtful or helpful?” Each time, she whispered “Hurtful” about the thoughts she was having, and each admission felt like a guilty plea, a confession to a jury. I’m not the executioner—she is. Her abandonment, betrayal, and self-deception she’s having internally areContinue reading “Hurtful or Helpful”
Little Dune Buggy
I’ve taken this house as far as it’ll let me; Dave and Evelyn will be home soon. I’ve been on my own with them on a fourteen-hour drive to Kalamazoo, Michigan, and fourteen hours back three nights away. I’ve napped, done loads and loads of laundry, broken down boxes, climbed up into the attic toContinue reading “Little Dune Buggy”
A Sabbatical Tonight
Music Mayhem
I’m not one hundred percent sure who just drove past and honked. The small truck with two passengers was hauling a lawn mower on a trailer, moving too fast for me to catch a face. I’m at one of my new favorite spots: the eight-foot-wide (give or take) entrance at the top of the stairsContinue reading “Music Mayhem”
Life Goals
I will finish unpacking tomorrow. Repeat it with me: I will finish unpacking tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn
Funky Fresh Circles
Pushing myself to speak to the painter at the house in Spanish, I asked, “¿Qué color o tenir es esto?” Later, Evelyn asked, “Did you speak Spanish? Why?” I explained that I love putting puzzles together and challenging my brain to do new things. Like how the subjunctive tense in Spanish is a real brainContinue reading “Funky Fresh Circles”