Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

Love, Jaclynn

You look sad, I thought, of the long vining plant in my bathroom before giving it a large gulp of water. I’m really good, right?! Like, at noticing the subtle shift of the leaves from high-five Yippee to a limp hand shake. I can’t believe I once actually killed plants from my misunderstanding of theirContinue reading “Power Problems”

I had a cool session with a mother and daughter today. Asking what they wanted to talk about, the daughter shrugged and the mom went for it straight as an arrow. Upright, as if a robot sharing its directive, she spoke as though she were forcing a circle into a square, and referring to herContinue reading “Relational Resonance”

“Do you smell smoke?” A client said, looking up and nodding their nose at the air. Doing the same, I then looked at them and said, “Yes!” Without thinking, I pushed the chair behind me, took two large strides, twisted the knob, and swung open the door to see a large plume of smoke hangingContinue reading “Smoky Encounters”

Have you ever waited for a package at the end of your driveway, right behind a bank of mailboxes, sitting cross-legged atop a clump of damp leaves, feet from the busy highway, with your daughter on your lap? Before today, I hadn’t either. What in the world could be so freaking important that with snowContinue reading “Adventures in Waiting”

Since it had been handed down to me, and my effort could be better spent than haggling for a few twenties, I gladly passed my hefty cream coffee table with a 20”x20” piece of glass at its center on to a member of our gifting community. I particularly enjoyed reading the ten interested parties’ messagesContinue reading “Possession Passing”

Well, a two-and-a-half-hour phone call seriously cut into my writing time, which is fine because, without a doubt, that phone call was worth every second. My friend’s experience of friends and family flying to be with her father, who is a ticking time bomb due to a tear in his aorta that is leaking bloodContinue reading “Heart-to-Heart”

“Pa Pa,” a little girl holding her grandmother’s hand, turned and pointed, her full moon dark chocolate eyes locked on my daughter Evelyn. Curious, I stopped, trying to decipher the girl’s escalating “Pa Pas.” Leaning down, the grandmother figured it out, “A princess. She thinks she’s a princess.” With a sheer purple dress, the sameContinue reading “A Bag of Dicks”