Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Hello Mine
Lying on a plastic sheet, the hair on the back of his head worn away from never sitting or standing up, the blanket of Nicaraguan heat making him small, weak, fatigued, he looked in every direction but at me, his new mother.
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Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
Sweet baby! I hope you bonded well later!
He’s about to turn 28. Funny, super nice guy. We’re pretty close. It turned out pretty okay.
He will come to depend on you…poignant piece.
Oh, but things will change! So poignant.
And so they did.
That´s a tough one, Jan!
Yes, at the time. (26 years ago) but it’s turned out pretty well.