Today at work, I had a truly meaningful day. It all began with a silver-haired gentleman who shared an unforgettable story of a night out on the town with a date who had more red flags than a Moroccan football stadium. He turned to me with a heavy sigh and in earnest said, “Write meContinue reading “Working It Out, Counseling Style”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Falling for Fall
Did you hear about Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift? Me neither. Shifting our attention from the world of celebrities, it’s now the squirrels’ time to shine. Much like CPAs buried in spreadsheets during tax season, these little marathon runners are currently in full swing, darting across streets, leaping from limb to limb, and tirelessly hustlingContinue reading “Falling for Fall”
Viva Las Vegas
After you do a good deed do you ever expect balloons to drop from the ceiling and a camera crew to rush up, thrusting a microphone towards you, asking, “What do you, Good Samaritan, plan to do with your million dollars?” I almost slipped that extra ten bucks into my pocket after receiving the incorrectContinue reading “Viva Las Vegas”
Sleepy Head
I intended to lay with Evelyn until she fell asleep. But then I, too, fell sleep. Oops. Since there’s not much time to write, I’ll meet you here tomorrow with double the amount to share. Muah! Jaclynn
Spilling the Beans
I had a really good day. Despite carrying Evelyn out to Winco as she screamed, “I want Daddy,” and heads and eyes fell on me, as my quick-paced trot exuded a “There’s nothing to see here” energy. Once in the car, it took a couple of minutes for her to calm, but our talk, aboutContinue reading “Spilling the Beans”
From Pen to Keyboard
When I have nothing to write, I take myself back in time to me, my journal, and a pen. I’d talk about my dilemmas, boy troubles, or simple updates. I liked the privacy, whereas this – obviously not that – can feel like me in a glass box writing with people peering over my shoulder.Continue reading “From Pen to Keyboard”
Scrub-a-Dub-Dubbing
It’s interesting how certain blog posts hold more significance for me than others. Take yesterday’s post, for example. Upon reflection, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt. It’s as if I had attempted to read the reader’s mind, anticipating their needs, only to realize that I fell short of meeting them. This leavesContinue reading “Scrub-a-Dub-Dubbing”
Dung Tired
Late at night, when firecrackers as loud as bombs echo in the distance and your dog’s whimpering doesn’t cease, you make a choice. You release him from your daughter’s bedroom to ensure she’s not disturbed by his restlessness. But what happens when his whimpers and panting persist, and you attribute it to his extraordinary hearingContinue reading “Dung Tired”
Coming Up For Air
I woke up like a piece of toast popping out of a toaster. The gentle, soothing sound of rain greeted me, and the lingering sense of my dream felt comforting. In that dream, I rested my head on the concave area of a friend’s belly. It may not have held any particular significance, but theContinue reading “Coming Up For Air”
A Live Wire
I’d like to invite you into my mind, but today, I’d rather not. Instead, let’s meet at Windmill Bistro for a cup of coffee. We never make a reservation, yet they always ask and seat us right away. As we sit there, I’ll probably make a comment about the color of the walls and theContinue reading “A Live Wire”
Going On 40 