Previous My attention wanes as Jim’s voice fades into the background, but suddenly, he’s in motion. With a swift, almost unexpected grab, he snatches the fishing pole, its tip swaying in the air, and hands it over to me. “Here, go for it,” he says, his voice filled with frantic energy. I accept it, aContinue reading “The Perfect Spot (Book Part 7)”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Meeting Jim (Book Part 6)
Previous For the thousandth time, my thoughts demand I turn back to the safety of my car, but to turn back now would make my car a prison of social awkwardness. With each step, fuzzy details become more precise: the windblownness of his thick salt and pepper hair, the neatly tucked white T-shirt into blueContinue reading “Meeting Jim (Book Part 6)”
Who’s That Lady? (Book Part 5)
Previous After stepping out of her green Subaru, I examine the wrinkle over the bridge of her nose, the lines around her squinting eyes, and the shape her shoulder made leading to her bicep and wrist. I study the pigment along her cheekbone and next to the veins of her hands. Until that moment, she’sContinue reading “Who’s That Lady? (Book Part 5)”
The Sacred Path (Book Part 4)
Previous In a semi-regular morning phone wall on his commute to work, I update my brother on the Red Robin conversation, “He wants to hear your perspective.” There’s the background sounds of his lowered window and traffic over Bluetooth, and his “Yeah, well, you can shit in one hand and wish in the other -.”Continue reading “The Sacred Path (Book Part 4)”
Leave it Open-ended (Book Part 3)
Previous I shift the car into gear and head towards the lake. “Soften your gaze. Be present. What a precious gift. Thank yourself for this time.” The yoga instructor’s voice was a gnat’s buzz that I initially wanted to swat away from my ear. And yet, at the end of the 30-day impulsively bought Groupon,Continue reading “Leave it Open-ended (Book Part 3)”
SeaTac or Bust
Strolling through the Atlanta airport, it’s obvious that The Masters is over. With an upside-down octopus peering at me from a Little Nemo suitcase and a colorful backpack of images of Care Bear after Care Bear, Evelyn turns, revealing a string of gold Mardi Gras beads to her knees. “I’m coming,” I tell her asContinue reading “SeaTac or Bust”
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Bees to Breezes
Shortly after touching down in Georgia, I turned my weathered wooden Adirondack chair to face the trees on the back of my in-laws’ property. The sun’s warmth made my once-okay long-sleeved for-the-plane shirt unbearable. Yet the breeze compelled me to stay. I could have shifted to the shade for a more comfortable temperature, but theContinue reading “Bees to Breezes”
Woodworking Woes
While sweeping around the island, the entry, the dining room, the hall, and the living room I couldn’t stop thinking that my kitchen is cleaner than yours. I doggedly fixed on friends, comparing mine to theirs, and determined mine was way better. Usually I punish myself for thinking such things with a Jaclynn, that’s notContinue reading “Woodworking Woes”
Let’s Go Kraken
Is it normal for 42-year-olds to go through growth spurts? I hope so because lately, my eating habits have been excessive, making me feel like a garbage dumpster. I went on a solo walkabout during the second intermission at the Kraken game tonight to scope the fare. Vendors of pulled pork nachos, fried macaroni andContinue reading “Let’s Go Kraken”
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