Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

I’ve adopted an interesting approach to dealing with telemarketers. Are you ready for this? I talk to them. Yes, you read that right. No more sighing, swearing, and hanging up on them. I engage in the conversation until we reach a conclusion, whether it’s a purchase or their understanding why I’m not interested. I’ve hadContinue reading “New Level Achieved”

Have I told you when I go to post a blog, I place my hand up to the laptop screen? It’s to block my sight from the number of views of previous posts. I don’t quite understand why do it, be it a tic or a superstition, but if WordPress is listening, please provide anContinue reading “Developing a Practice”

The year of the duck has come to an end here on the homestead, and the reflexive responsibility I feel pops like an undeveloped thought bubble. When I’ve thought of their needing food or water, or if they’re well I’ve felt mostly relief with a light dusting of sadness. Earlier, while preparing a homemade dressingContinue reading “Superpowers of the Mind”

My adrenaline is pumping, and I’ve got a fresh, red, cat-like scratch wrapped around my wrist. My hair is damp, and my hands smell like dish soap. So, what have I been up to? Well, what else could it be at 9:18 pm on a Friday night other than chasing three Muscovy female ducks, grabbingContinue reading “Duck and Cover: A Wild Night in the Coop”

Have I ever shared with you my once paralyzing fear of schizophrenia? It was a relentless tormenter, surfacing unpredictably like a prairie dog in my mind. I could never escape its grip, and after years of battling it, I reached a point of utter exasperation. At a friend’s suggestion, I wrote a letter to myContinue reading “Putting Down the Gun”

Feeling ganged up on in a couple’s session, a client suddenly turned to me, pointed, and said, “Now you be quiet.” Understanding the reason behind their reaction, knowing it was okay for them to feel that way, and recognizing that it didn’t sit well with me, led to me standing and calmly stating, “I needContinue reading “Cash Rich Wannabe”

“Is that you? Duck, duck, duck.” With my neck cranked toward the skylight, I sent my familiar voice upwards, urging the tapping sound, if not a woodpecker or flicker, that the thin, long neck, bill, and beady eyes would show itself. But nothing. So, with a mug full of coffee, I stepped onto the lessContinue reading “A Witch’s Words of Whimsy”

I absolutely adore the way our house cleaner diligently scrubs away those unsightly rings around the toilet bowl with a pumice stone, and how their loving craftsmanship miraculously transforms every soiled spot on the base and lid into a pristine, showroom-worthy display. And with a final polish and a touch of a fragrant scent, makesContinue reading “Sidestepping a Serial Killer”

Fifty-four miles, that’s the distance our adorable little train track has covered since we received it as a Christmas gift last year. Even though it hasn’t left the confines of our living room, Dave’s app keeps a running tally. Today, for the first time, we decided to set it up around the kitchen island, completeContinue reading “Yep!”

Love, Jaclynn