Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
High Roller
Leaving Las Vegas in the dark, I see the city as if it was built on a giant raft floating in an endless black sea. The street lights stop at sharp edges, no meandering lights trail off. It’s as if a razor shaped the city to fit the dimensions of its raft precisely, defining the ins and outs clearly for everyone to see. But only from 10,000 feet in the air.
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
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