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Category: Aging in Abundance
Back Porch Barbie: Entry #2
She knows how to pick ‘em, don’t you think? Never mind that his gnome vibe doesn’t quite pair up with her beehive and giant earrings, not to mention the stilettos with wraparound straps. His red gnome nose might also be cause for concern, you… Continue Reading “Back Porch Barbie: Entry #2”
Flap me a Jack, Mack
This morning my husband sent me an article from New York Times Cooking entitled, “The mistake everyone makes with pancakes.” I’m fascinated by this since I’ve always made pancakes out of the box, usually with mixes that say “Just Add Water!” as if that’s… Continue Reading “Flap me a Jack, Mack”
Surrender
This morning in the kitchen, just minutes after waking up, I burst into a belly laugh so earthy and so wild that it made me glad to be alive in this moment even with all the terrible trouble and hand wringing because a four… Continue Reading “Surrender”
The Perfect Spiral is a Thing of Beauty
Two teenage Jewish girls are playing catch with a football in the middle of our street. They are early teens, maybe thirteen or fourteen, and, of course, they are wearing skirts because their family is Orthodox as are all the Jewish families on our… Continue Reading “The Perfect Spiral is a Thing of Beauty”
It’s Usually Right in Front of Us
I don’t do a lot of interpretive dance anymore but occasionally I take a picture that could generate some earnest group discussion. If this picture of dear Tempest ready to lead her human down a sunny trail doesn’t speak to you in some way,… Continue Reading “It’s Usually Right in Front of Us”
Ten Little Mysteries Lined Up in a Row
There are so many unsolved mysteries in my little life. How cats know to use a litter box. How my dad could make a living playing in dance bands without knowing how to read music. Why my sister-in-law ratted me out about smoking marijuana… Continue Reading “Ten Little Mysteries Lined Up in a Row”
Living in the Death Wish
I can tell you the exact moment. It is August, late afternoon. The sun is shining but it’s heading to the horizon. After an afternoon of rolling waves, Lake Superior has evened out. The water is blue, the bluest blue, so blue that the… Continue Reading “Living in the Death Wish”
Brevity is Beautiful
My answer to the question is yes. Love is a place. Yes is a world. Two lines from a very short poem by E. E. Cummings. The words are engraved on the underside of the silver bracelet I wear almost every day. I would… Continue Reading “Brevity is Beautiful”
Truck Life in the Big City
My friend opened the truck door, looked up at me and said, “How do you drive such a big vehicle?” And I paused for a long minute and then said, with a perfectly straight face, “I’m tough.” Then I told her that there is… Continue Reading “Truck Life in the Big City”
Selling What Doesn’t Matter Anymore
Two older women get together for coffee. It’s a business meeting but the two women have known each other for a long time, probably more than thirty years, so they are friends in a way, business friends at least. They have memories of time… Continue Reading “Selling What Doesn’t Matter Anymore”
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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