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”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
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”
Procrastinating X’s and O’s
Was it one of the worst night’s sleep of my life? No, but it might be in the top 100. As my body crumpled in the center of a deflating mattress on the tenth wake-up, I headed to one couch, and Dave headed for the other. This morning, when we met up like weary travelers,Continue reading “Procrastinating X’s and O’s”
A Timeline is Given
“You don’t have to figure all this out right now,” Dave reminded me, which I know, I know, but still, I’m worried. As of today, we have a timeline from our builder (seven months?! Geez, that seems soon), and I’m freaking out a bit. Will I see my Washington clients virtually? Will the office ownerContinue reading “A Timeline is Given”
Mapping the Territory of Confidence and Doubt
Are you able to discern the difference between when you’re in an insecure or secure state of being? As I sat shoeless and cross-legged on the floor of my office with a client, who also sat barefooted and cross-legged on a nearby brown leather loveseat, the focus of our hour-long counseling session fell on thisContinue reading “Mapping the Territory of Confidence and Doubt”
Going On 40 