How do you feel about cold weather? It makes me mad. Moving to the South has made me soft. Where once I trudged through the snow barefoot and uphill both ways, I now refuse. I practically threw my snow boots in the trash and replaced them with toe floss. Because I now expect warmth toContinue reading “Soft in the South”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
The Best Type of Full
I’m attracted to risk. Not the 90’s board game where you attempt world domination, but the daring kind. The step-off-the-edge, free-fall, stomach-dropping kind. Especially in relationships. But equally important is being caught afterward — the security, the relational tether, the sense that the risk has a cushy, spring-loaded bottom. After two straight days of friendsContinue reading “The Best Type of Full”
But Are You Sure?
There’s something almost cruel about being a writer and still reaching for the word interesting. It’s the beige throw pillow of language. A placeholder. A shrug in vocabulary form. A thousand sharper words are waiting backstage — unruly, electric, sprawling, magnetic — and somehow “interesting” still walks out under the spotlight. As I write, IContinue reading “But Are You Sure?”
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Happy birthday to this guy. He’s my everything. Love, Jaclynn
The Things We Can’t Force
I have an ice pack under my left butt cheek. I’m “bummed” about it. Running is a bugger of a sport, and strains and pains come with the territory. I’m fine with today and tomorrow being very low-impact swimming and stretching, but the part of me that felt powerfully progressing is having a pity partyContinue reading “The Things We Can’t Force”
The Call of the Strawberries
It’s the strawberries’ call I heed today. Their mid-production need is feeding. After a handful of downpours, the once supple, rich, airy soil is hard, like rock. Even with my hand shovel working to loosen it, some places don’t give. Those are rock solid. And it’s for this very reason, even with the heavy dayContinue reading “The Call of the Strawberries”
Resting to the Beat
Sunday is a day of rest, they say. And that, my friends, is today. So let us rest! I’ll be back tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn PS If you could, pick your favorite bat and tell me why.
Falling For Ruby
Neener neener boo boo, I went 1,100 feet underground today. And you didn’t. Oh, and I also petted alpacas with bouffant tufts of hair, so there’s that too. It’s day three and the final stop of our Kentucky/Tennessee cave tour. Nestled into an Airbnb in Chattanooga, Evelyn’s inside watching America’s Funniest Home Videos while DaveContinue reading “Falling For Ruby”
A Mammoth Cave of a Day
Reaching 20,000-plus steps in a day is usually reserved for Disney-goers. The feat is rarely something I accomplish, even with 5K runs and heavy yard-work days. Today, however, I’m five steps away from the mark, and it’s only mid-afternoon. How’d I do it? Well, first off, not intentionally. Evelyn’s 6:15 a.m. definitive “I’m up” inContinue reading “A Mammoth Cave of a Day”
Destination: Horse Cave KOA
I love the landscape here. From the brick-stacked rock formations rubbing shoulders with the fog line to the massive, subtly rippling waves of green lushness. Whenever I cross a state line, I’m pulled to learn the culture of a place, what is different here than what came before. One thing about Kentucky is the lean-to-likeContinue reading “Destination: Horse Cave KOA”