Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

Uh oh. I don’t have anything prepared, and now it’s down to the wire and I’ve got to submit something. If I handled this as I did back in college, I’d double-space the document, shrink the margins, and bump the font size up just enough that hopefully no one would notice. I’ll spare you allContinue reading “Down To The Wire”

“What’s on your heart?” I ask myself after writing three sentences and deleting every one of them. The question is an invitation into a cave within myself, into the deeper bedrock underneath whatever I was trying to say before. We bought a cabin. Well… once upon a time it was a trailer that someone enclosedContinue reading “A Place For Memories”

Love, Jaclynn

I’ve hesitated to talk about our pool. It’s fancy. High class. A little neener, neener, boo-boo, and I don’t want it to come across that way. Or maybe that’s just the Pacific Northwest in me talking. Here in Georgia, suburban backyards have pools like they have dirt patches. I forget that what feels like aContinue reading “When The Sun Lets Go”

Moments before turning into the driveway, I alarmedly pointed toward the sky, “A red-shouldered hawk!” The bird circled directly over our land. “Oh yeah, it is!” Dave said excitedly. Instead of hearing the red-alert tone I’d intended, he heard awe and excitement. Apparently, my Mama Bear instinct for our chicks and chickens has kicked inContinue reading “Counting Chickens On The Wall”

Kids tell it like it is. “What’s that smell?” Evelyn asked, plugging her nose and looking around the dimly lit room as we waited for the curtain to rise on Shrek: The Musical. The waft from the smoke machine carried a hint of charred forest, but this was different. More pungent. I knew the smellContinue reading “The Sugar Court”

The right wall of the chicken area, approximately 75 feet in length, is complete. Also, a garden shed-turned-coop was dropped off by tractor earlier today, bringing the space one step closer to becoming a full-fledged bird paradise. It did take two heavy pours of Dawn dish soap in the mop bucket to rid the metalContinue reading “The Coop Chronicles”

I tend to other people’s emotions like baby chicks. I fret over them with heat lamps, high-quality food, and supervised visits out into the grass. They’re cute and all, but boy am I exhausted. I felt a sense of terror wondering whether I overstepped with a client. The line between what’s okay and what’s notContinue reading “Tending Everyone Else”

I love living in the country. It’s so lively. Amidst the hundreds of bees stocking their headquarters with baskets of mustard-yellow pollen, a medium-sized, sleek brown dog blurred past, running the wrong way toward town. It took a second. Was it? It couldn’t be. But maybe… The image of the Great Dane pup I’d seenContinue reading “Rushing ‘Til Life’s No Fun”

Long work day with little down times means no time for writing. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn PS This profile’s photo shows how Dave interpreted my need for more Cheetos. Eight bags, lol! Heck yeah!