Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

In no particular order, I present the noteworthy sightings on a post-workday walk around town. First up, an antennae contraption. On a sleepy residential neighborhood this “to the moon!” very wired device caught my eye. The pleasure I derived from imagining the neighbors’ cries of depreciating home values contrasted with my thoughts of the satelliteContinue reading “Space Invaders”

“I just came in from a walk, slightly rainy, but with a sweater and thick jacket. I’m feeling a bit overheated. While out, I put on the Charismatic Singer on YouTube, listening to Elizabeth Zharoff, a professional opera singer share her experience of “Sound of Silence” by Disturbed. I love that song. What’s funny isContinue reading “The Ugly Duckling”

A ten-client load, followed by a 7:15 pm dinner, followed by playtime with Evelyn and a bedtime routine involving snuggles, means a 9:18 pm start writing time is clomping its hooves awfully close to my 10 pm bedtime. Why sleep so early, you ask? Because seeing four and a half hours of sleep on myContinue reading “Sink or Swim”

My sedentary lifestyle accumulated into a Guinness-sized snowball that felt impossible to break apart. Today, day one of 365 of 2024, I hit the 10,000 step mark on my Apple Watch. Ok, so I lied. I’m actually at 9,511 (I’m resolute to also telling the truth).   Before today, how many times had I toldContinue reading “New Year, New You”

Instead of plucking the three whiskers under my chin, I trimmed them back, and since I’m not a waxer, I took my safety razor to my mustache. It’s a new year, it’s a new you has been my tongue-and-cheek motto for this final day of 2023. Upon seeing the brightly lit cosmetic arrangements of Maybelline,Continue reading “End of Days”

I’m grateful to myself for the friendships I’ve created, invested, and maintained. This weekend has shown me the fruits these trees planted long ago bear, and oh, how sweet they taste. There are times I feel bad when the topic of our move to Georgia comes up, and I feel words stuck in my throat.Continue reading “Eve’s Evenly Eve”

“I prefer riding bikes over sleep and toys!” Evelyn shouted as we circled back up the driveway, retracing our bike’s path. After hearing her desire the day before but being unable to fulfill it due to work constraints, I made a mental note to address it later. So, after my 10 am virtual call, IContinue reading “Refund Rainy Day”

Effective writing demands a free-flowing mind, a release of the reins on the beast, allowing the unbridled power of creativity to charge into chosen spaces. I find myself on the stallion’s back, ready to let the muscles in my hand succumb to burst into the unknown, and then… “Mom, can I have a smodge. MyContinue reading “Feed Your Head”

A crackly “crshsshhhh,” like the static from a CB radio on a long-haul truck, interrupted the lovely landing ending of the 55-minute mark of my 11 am counseling appointment. As I escorted the patient out, I identified the source of the disturbance – my blue walkie-talkie. I pressed the side button, “You there?” The patientContinue reading “Stucky McStuckerton”