Jaclynn Loibl

Puff Puff. Pass.

Pow! Off into the sky, soaring past seagulls and eagles, there it goes. Going, going, gone. Goodbye baseball. And every time after that—can you believe it?!—the ball contacts right square in the bat’s center. Some days, you feel like everything goes your way. As a therapist, the stars for all my clients in a dayContinue reading “Puff Puff. Pass.”

Welcome Back Jon

Lance Bass held up an all-caps, handwritten 8”x11” loose-leaf notebook sign that read “Not Taylor Swift” while at the Super Bowl two days ago. And now, as I sit in a too-hot bath, knowing I’m late to write a post, with procrastination’s fuel at my fingertips, I’m ready to spit at ya. What’s with America’sContinue reading “Welcome Back Jon”

In the Red

“Ships don’t sink because of the water around them. Ships sink because of the water that gets in them. Don’t let what’s happening around you get inside you and weigh you down.” What a beauty of a line, huh? I read that on building somewhere. There’s probably a mariner out there with a rebuttal, “NotContinue reading “In the Red”

A Dreary Dream: A Poem

I think I see you. In a frozen shard of a thousand pieces of broken glass. If I pick it up there’s a change the trance will remark you’re really here. What a liar time is when it folds on itself, an accordion linking then to now. I’ll look down at the deepening wound, what?Continue reading “A Dreary Dream: A Poem”

Moments and Maple Syrup

It’s Ratatouille on the wall with the projector and homemade kettle corn with a drizzle of maple syrup on top. It’s that kind of night, a smooth, slow ending to a long and worthwhile day. I’m in a cozy mood, likely influenced by the movie’s French ambiance. I want to take a cooking class andContinue reading “Moments and Maple Syrup”

Poo Poury Outie

While browsing Target’s board games for a 5-year-old’s birthday, I saw Doo Doo Kangaroo, took a picture of it, and sent it to a friend. She later text me with this video of the game, and this: “If I’m getting the concept right, the game is you force-feed doughnuts to a kangaroo sitting on aContinue reading “Poo Poury Outie”

Day Off

I’m giving myself the night off. Why? Because I can and I’m proud of my writing. I’ll be back here tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn

Guilt’s UnWorthy Hold

I believe the stories we tell ourselves matter. In the quiet of early morning, thoughts play like TNT reruns movies in the background as I debate whether to fall back asleep or wake up. One memory has played out in this specific way for the past twenty years, shaping who I believe I am. ItContinue reading “Guilt’s UnWorthy Hold”

Curiosity’s Risk

My curiosity is not enough to open that door. “Oooh, that’s good, I’m writing that down,” a teenage client said, thumbing what I’d said into their phone. “Ooh, ok. I’ll do the same. For my blog,” I said, typing up the above. Lately, I’ve been painting a picture, something I’ve noticed people are responding to—oneContinue reading “Curiosity’s Risk”

Living Past Lives

After servicing Row 10, Seats A, B, and C, it was our turn. “What will it be for your brood, sir?” “Is one biscuit and pretzel good for the kiddo? If not, I can do something different. No, are you sure now? To drink? Apple juice. Coming at you. Are we looking at 75% orContinue reading “Living Past Lives”