Jaclynn Loibl

Into the Wide Open: A Poem

I’m not satisfied. I am, but then I’m not. Will the next thing be better? Let me abandon this for that, build my castle in the sky while leaving the safety and comfort of my bungalow in the forest. What a dilemma. I feel like burying my head in my hands, feeling the disappointment, theContinue reading “Into the Wide Open: A Poem”

Upchuck the Boogie

Shortly after I signed off from blogging last night, an unexpected rendezvous occurred with a toilet bowl and my unfortunate bout of nausea. Unsure when my last kneeling of unpleasantries took place, I am here to say it’s as unfun as I remember. The excessive salivation leading up to the stomach’s forceful contractions is aContinue reading “Upchuck the Boogie”

My Brother Bear

“Your number today is 41. I repeat, your phone number today is 41.” Now that my brother is staying connected, he’s calling me every morning and evening, and even leaving voicemails. He fancies himself pretty clever. That I unknowingly left off the word “phone” in front of number when voicing my message has me susceptibleContinue reading “My Brother Bear”

Beggars Can Be Choosers

You attempt a good deed, only to find a mischievous squirrel enjoying a feast and a toppled feeder. As I mentioned yesterday, my winter anti-depressant is bird watching, and the excitement of filling feeders has begun. Yet, amidst my joy, I neglected to consider the biggest threat to my birdwatching bliss – those pesky gray,Continue reading “Beggars Can Be Choosers”

Sock O’Clock

In my usual writing position, splayed on my belly with elbows propped, feet dangling off the bed, and fingers tapping away in my bedroom, I scan the room for ideas. Eleven puzzles lay against the wall—some toppled over like fallen domino soldiers. They serve as a reminder for me to bestow them upon someone new,Continue reading “Sock O’Clock”

Morsels of More Glee

Graphic design feels like a bottomless pit, sucking away every ounce of my being and refusing to release its sticky grip. It all began innocently enough with the creation of an Instagram account for More Glee Counseling, my business. Soon after, I found myself reactivating my Canva account, embarking on a two-week trial, and generatingContinue reading “Morsels of More Glee”

Don’t Be Snoody

“From 100 calories to 10,000, we’ll take you from dull to full” is a tagline I created after the following conversation. Over a FaceTime call with my step-mom, Paula she discussed tonight’s family dinner, chuckling, “I watched a video recipe with spinach and mushrooms, and thought, ‘Ooh, how can I make that unhealthy?’” Heavy cream,Continue reading “Don’t Be Snoody”

In the Corner of my Mind

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”

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”