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Category: Aging in Abundance
In the Ear of the Beholder
“She’s brilliant but crazy.” Which was meant as an insult, but I took it as high praise. Always our choice – how we hear things and what we decide to make true. ___________________ Photo by João Pedro Freitas on Unsplash
I Dive No More but I Don’t Care
Funny you should ask. I was just thinking about confidence or, more specifically, conquering fears, inspired by listening to Jeremy Renner read his book, My Next Breath, A Memoir. In the book, he describes in terrifying detail, the moments when a 14,000-pound snowplow ran… Continue Reading “I Dive No More but I Don’t Care”
Twenty Years Ago, There was a Party
[The prompt, borrowed from Red Oak Writing’s Kim Suhr and given to the people in my new writing group was I am in _______’s kitchen and I am ______. Here’s my take.] I am in my kitchen and I’m watching my husband Howard chopping… Continue Reading “Twenty Years Ago, There was a Party”
Elvis and Me at the Baseball Jamboree
Of course, we had dinner where an Elvis impersonator sang long and hard. And, of course, we sang along with Sweet Caroline even though it wasn’t an Elvis song. It was fun. And, of course, we’re going to our grandson’s fifth tournament baseball game… Continue Reading “Elvis and Me at the Baseball Jamboree”
Making Do with No Pie
We leave the roadside, rough boarded, giant signed, world famous Rock City Cafe without having pie which seems wrong and unfriendly as if we’d besmirched generations of pie makers with blueberry-stained fingers for the sick reason that we were ‘full,’ but we stop at… Continue Reading “Making Do with No Pie”
Time Travel
We went to a place where there is this tree. It is one of many at the base of a mountain where Indians carved and constructed a home ten centuries ago. Beyond the tree is a river and all around green. It’s where people… Continue Reading “Time Travel”
One Shiny Red Thing
I don’t know. It’s such a serious question. Unless the phrase ‘couldn’t live without’ is hyperbole. I could live without almost any object although I am very attached to our camper van because it is very small and simple and red. Plus, I love… Continue Reading “One Shiny Red Thing”
The Deeper Meaning of Meatloaf Mondays
There are four meatloaves in the oven, and each one has a hard-boiled egg buried in the middle. It’s Meatloaf Monday. It started at Christmas. I decided to make the first Monday of each month Meatloaf Monday for my son’s partner. She loves meatloaf… Continue Reading “The Deeper Meaning of Meatloaf Mondays”
Hand Me that Paintbrush
I painted my kitchen cabinets a dozen times. Unscrewed the doors and put them on sawhorses in the backyard and painted them an even more time-choked green than they’d been painted before. And then I lined up the hinges and screwed everything back together.… Continue Reading “Hand Me that Paintbrush”
Dark Ruminations on the Light of Aging
My hands look like my mother’s. Veins so near the surface, I can almost see them pulsing. When I pinch the skin on the back of my hands, it stays in place as if I’d pinched wet clay on a potter’s wheel. Ready for… Continue Reading “Dark Ruminations on the Light of Aging”
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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