Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on February 6, 2020 by Jan Wilberg
Category: Writing

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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Garry’s father didn’t have a gold watch, but he was a tailor and he taught Garry how to dress. I don’t think either his mother or father owned anything of great value, but they were big on values. They passed those on to all their sons and they wear them every day.