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Lines of Communication
It belongs to his uncle. He said we could stay here. It’s only temporary. It’s warm in the kitchen with the stove on. The baby’s fine. She’s with us. We won’t let those people on the porch come in. Don’t worry, Mom.
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Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
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“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
Something about the tone has me very much on edge. Would love to dig deeper.
But we do worry, don’t we? This struck a chord in my mom heart! All the warning signs are there!
There’s an awful lot going on in these 42 words, and they’re not even long words! It’s brilliant!
Every word the narrator says made me worry more.
Great writing
I’m worried about those people on the porch.
Nicely played, Jan!
It sounds like Mom might have more than a few reasons to worry!
Reblogged this on General Life|Health, Love, Nutrition|Be Strong & Healthy and commented:
I liked what you said: “Don’t worry, Mom”. Often and I heard that exact line for one of both of my daughters.