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Father’s Day Homage to Howard
I’d like to write about the father my husband is but I want to be done reflecting on the last six weeks where his remarkable stamina and endless calm felt like an enormous, weighted blanket someone bought to suppress my flaming anxiety since he deserves to be appreciated for other times he didn’t lose his cool, car accidents on freeways, and frantic calls from foreign countries, not the least of which, and unwelcome news delivered on the front porch with apologies and excuses florid and cascading like red ruffled shirts, our messes too big for our regular mop so they dripped down the porch stairs and left stains on the walk which we still see on our way out the door but he steps over and around them like he did when the messes were fresh in order to do what is needed to make the world calm again.
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Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
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Oh Jan, this was lovely. I’m sure you are holding each other together and doing everything you can for the sweet little one who must be so confused right now.