Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Category: Marriage, Family, Dogs, and Cat
The Cozy Night
Words I never thought I’d say: I miss school nights. Every night for the past several years, I have been grateful that it’s just me and the mister. We cook, we talk, we eat, we watch TV, we relax. We don’t do homework, wonder… Continue Reading “The Cozy Night”
The Rest of the Short Story
“Over the turned way down sounds of the Supremes’ Baby Love coming from the tiny AM radio on the bookshelf, she heard the car’s gravel crunch. Were there two voices or just one?” Yesterday, I wrote these 33 words in response to a Trifecta… Continue Reading “The Rest of the Short Story”
TIE and SIT
Without thinking even 60 seconds, I hit the Buy Now button and sent my 89-year old father his first computer, a brilliant blue IMac. The same day I wrote him a letter, gave him my email address, and told him to email me when… Continue Reading “TIE and SIT”
The Chat
“I like the blue streak in your hair. It’s cute.” “You don’t think it looks stupid?” “No, it’s ok. Different.” “When are you getting out?” “I don’t know. It depends. Court is next week. You should come. It would give me a chance to… Continue Reading “The Chat”
Glory
They were married a good long time. Longer than most of us will be married. My mother would say, “Nobody knows what’s in a marriage but the people in it,” so I hesitate to describe their relationship but, to me, it seemed that there… Continue Reading “Glory”
The Poison of the ‘Still Face’
What is the big deal about the ‘still face’? Simple. It makes people crazy. Anyone who adopts internationally is warned about the effects of the lack of human interaction on children raised in institutions. Oh, children are fed and clothed but they aren’t talked… Continue Reading “The Poison of the ‘Still Face’”
The Melancholy of Sunday Night
It starts around 5:00. Before that, the day has hope. At 5:00, hope evaporates into little clouds of resignation that then gather and form a storm cloud of dread. It’s as if someone has given me a pill timed to dampen my mood and… Continue Reading “The Melancholy of Sunday Night”
Peggy
There she was, plain as day. I found my cousin, Peggy, on Facebook. No picture but the stats worked. Same home town, graduated a year ahead of me, living now in Flint, a fact I’d known from an internet search I’d done years ago.… Continue Reading “Peggy”
Don’t Make Me Leave Hastings
Just an hour ago, the sun was shining on my back while I painted the window frames. In the distance I could see the fog coming our way off Lake Superior and wished I’d started painting earlier. Now we’re enveloped and I hope it… Continue Reading “Don’t Make Me Leave Hastings”
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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