Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Category: Edges of a Thing
Ah. The Hard-Boiled Truth
You never know about a hard-boiled egg, how it’s going to peel, whether the shell will slide off or insist on being picked apart tiny shard by tiny shard. Once, when I volunteered for the morning shift at an overnight winter homeless shelter, I… Continue Reading “Ah. The Hard-Boiled Truth”
The Kitchen Window in the Morning
I’ve found that looking out the kitchen window first thing in the morning and wringing my hands while the coffee is brewing sets just the right mood for my day. You have to do some preemptive hand wringing so you aren’t tempted to take… Continue Reading “The Kitchen Window in the Morning”
Soup Keel Magic
It’s not the first time that the major challenge of my day is finding the keel and keeping it even. This challenge is on top of trying to keep the chewing of my biscotti quiet enough so the four-year-old in the next room doesn’t… Continue Reading “Soup Keel Magic”
Tales of the Valet Parking Stand
Sometimes if you can’t write about a thing, you can write around the edges of a thing. Today, while I was waiting outside the hospital for the valet parking guy to get my car, I espied a huge man clad in all white sitting… Continue Reading “Tales of the Valet Parking Stand”
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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