I’m called in for one last bedtime request. Evelyn needs her llama-patterned blanket pulled up higher and asks, “Remember when you told me a lady sewed this for me?” “Yes, it was Judy, and she used to call you ‘my lil peanut,’” I reply.“My lil’ Peanut! I want to meet her again.”“Me too,” I say,Continue reading “In the Corner of my Mind”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Oopsie Orphan Annie
Whether it’s a distraction, an unconscious self-sabotage, or the works of an evil sorcerer wielding the most badass quarterstaff, I owe you an apology. To those patiently awaiting the elusive daily blog. somehow publish does not get pressed. Rest assured they are always written. However, I picture you standing in snow flurries, wearing a jacketContinue reading “Oopsie Orphan Annie”
Vulnerability Schmulnerability
Sometimes, my “why” seems to be in a land far, far away – that elusive reason behind the things I do. Take this blog, for instance; today, I haven’t got a clue. The heaviness behind my eyes, the soreness in the back of my throat – possibly the beginnings of a cold. It’s not anContinue reading “Vulnerability Schmulnerability”
My Friend, Peter: Part II
It’s the night of Evelyn’s 4th birthday and we’re sitting on the couch watching Paw Patrol on the projector. She’s sitting nearby with Paw Patrol pajamas, and socks, and one of the pups just said, “Do your best and leave the rest.” And I smiled. I need reminders like that. Having not heard from myContinue reading “My Friend, Peter: Part II”
Journey to the Sadness Bowl
All my great writing ideas today came while mixing wet ingredients into dry ones for tomorrow’s chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting for Evelyn’s class. I even wiped my hands free of the stuff to type a bit. The paper liners are too big, leading the excess to fold over, so the supposed-to-be circles have aContinue reading “Journey to the Sadness Bowl”
Accidental Delight
Ya know what? I deleted my post. A cut-paste led to an undo that couldn’t be undone. The post had something to do with a lazy day, a roaring fire that required opened windows to bring down the 80-degree temperature, and extra short windy/rainy beach time. Here are some videos for proof. Love, Jaclynn
Throwawaying Perfect
“A table for two, but I’ll be eating for three,” chuckled the burly-haired man as the waitress handed his lady friend and him two folded paper menus before seating them three tables from us. The barbecue joint was far too tasty for just seven customers, including Dave, Evelyn, and myself but that’s probably from theContinue reading “Throwawaying Perfect”
Birdie Birdie in the Sky
Out of all the people I’ve shared regulation techniques in session with, only one person has outright rejected them, saying, “I don’t think I can just flex my pelvis, and everything will be okay. I do things because of my mind.” I responded, “I get it. You do what you want. Take my ideas, leaveContinue reading “Birdie Birdie in the Sky”
Laughing at a Funeral
I’m lying on the floor with my feet straight up in the air, and my fingers are hovering next to my temples. After discovering how calming peripheral vision can be for my nervous system, I couldn’t care less about how goofy I might look. What matters most is the comfort I feel in my body.Continue reading “Laughing at a Funeral”
Buckle Up Buttercup
At the edge of my field of vision, where the land met a small, enchanting pond, I witnessed a cascade of glistening gold bars. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like to me. Really it was falling leaves, displaying a final hurrah before landing on the grassy floor, and bringing a delightful pause toContinue reading “Buckle Up Buttercup”
Going On 40 