Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

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

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

“Do you want to tell her?” The conversation was swift, a slight tilt of the head followed by a mirrored response, “Not really. Do you?” A couple sat in my office, five years overdue for this pivotal discussion. I sat across from them, acutely aware that they’d reached the crux of their relationship. Until thatContinue reading “Couples Counseling: Part 1”

I rummage through layers of tablecloths and sheets, guarding the oak and redwood furniture. Beyond the piano, its keys now silent, I step into the open space. The ground, adorned with stray branches, tugs at my ankles until I stumble. I hop forward, seeking stability, and catch myself with a nearby tree trunk. After freeingContinue reading “The Walk: A Poem”