Have you ever quit something you loved out of fear? I have – writing. But I’m not ready; I tell the director, is there any way to postpone until tomorrow? And yet the stage is set; open mic, an empty chair, a spotlight, the audience has taken their seats. He takes a drag off hisContinue reading “Gumping with Goy”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Butterfly In The Sky
Needing an electrician for the parking lot of the building I work, the owner asked me if I knew anyone. “My Uncle,” I told him. Seeing someone I’m so fond of at my work both yesterday and today was lovely, even if he was 11-feet up on a ladder and relegated to the back parkingContinue reading “Butterfly In The Sky”
Just Right Rambly
“Listen as your day unfolds. Challenge what the future holds. Try and keep your head up to the sky.” Have you ever heard a song play at a weird time, and although it is likely random, feels like it’s divine intervention or from a psychic portal from beyond? Yeah? Me too. The drive from workContinue reading “Just Right Rambly”
Virtual Insanity
You don’t want to write right now. The thought puts its arm around my shoulder, all buddy-buddy-like, pushing me to do anything but open my laptop. I prefer to put the two-plus hours in the passenger seat to good use, but the thought is onto something, so blankly, I stare out the window at theContinue reading “Virtual Insanity”
Hate Me Today
“I Hope You’re Happy” is playing on the record player. It’s a newer album, put out by the band Blue October, and my mind is awhirl with thoughts of the past. On a gum stick-sized Mp3 player close to 20 years ago, Blue October’s music played non-stop in my ears on hikes up Manastash Ridge,Continue reading “Hate Me Today”
An Opening
Are there things that act like a weighted straightjacket in your mind – things that get put off – and remind you of your stuckness and failures? I do, and one of them is writing in my book. I stopped writing in it about a month ago, and since that time, thinking about doing soContinue reading “An Opening”
Oodles of Lippy
Brooklynn, my niece, turns 11-years-old tomorrow. She asked her parents for a laptop, mini-fridge, or something else I can’t remember now. And even though her eyes seemed to grow bigger while talking about the laptop, it’s the mini-fridge she really wants. I feel about writing as my niece does about drawing; frustrated and want toContinue reading “Oodles of Lippy”
Safe Harbor
“I prefer to go deep and enjoy working with those eager to do the same.” This statement is from my Psychology Today profile and the words I find that resonates the most with people. I laugh to myself a little these days when I hear someone say, “I want to go deep.” Not because whatContinue reading “Safe Harbor”
8-Bit Livin
Do you know how many ideas fly through my mind about what to write in this space in a day? The day’s coming when I’ll turn into something akin to a seasoned comedian. You know the kind. The ones that ask for a pen from the waiter so that they can then jot down aContinue reading “8-Bit Livin”
Paternity Test 1, 2, 3
“Hi. Are you Michael? Could you have a daughter born in 1982 somewhere out there in the world? Yes? Oh, well then, I’m her. That’s me.” I spoke to my biological father today for the first time in my life. He knew I existed but didn’t know my name; I’ve known his for ten yearsContinue reading “Paternity Test 1, 2, 3”