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Category: Resistance
Keeping Track is a Super Power
Chaos is a strategy. It worked for my teenage kids. Everything everywhere all at once. Except back then, we’d say, “There’s always something.” Or “There’s no rest for the wicked.” So, here we are in Milwaukee. It’s pouring rain. This morning’s news told us… Continue Reading “Keeping Track is a Super Power”
Wave to Me Down the Line: No Kings
There’s nothing that’s keeping you from showing up at a No Kings demonstration tomorrow. You could be a hundred years old and if you can somehow get to a demo, the people there will create a seat for you. They’ll pile up their jackets… Continue Reading “Wave to Me Down the Line: No Kings”
Lost in the Waving of Signs on a Street Corner
This morning at the sign protest, a woman walked up to us wearing a button that said Minnesota – Pretti Good. She said she was visiting Milwaukee and came out to thank us for holding our anti-ICE, pro-immigrant, anti-war, pro-peace, anti-lawlessness, pro-Constitution signs at… Continue Reading “Lost in the Waving of Signs on a Street Corner”
Coarse Is as Coarse Does
I’m tired of casual swearing. Or more to the point, incessant swearing. More specifically, the ubiquitous use of the word f**k which I think is only impactful said under one’s breath at a particularly loathsome person or said loudly if one runs one’s snowblower… Continue Reading “Coarse Is as Coarse Does”
So Far, So Law-Abiding
I was with a boyfriend once when he drove my VW down the block on the sidewalk. I was probably intoxicated and laughing so maybe I was abetting his lawbreaking since I assume it is against the law to operate an automobile on the… Continue Reading “So Far, So Law-Abiding”
Reticulation is a Thing to Behold
Heavy heartedness. That’s what I needed a break from today. If you’re a person paying attention or, worse, a person (like me) paying too much attention, current events can create a constant sense of dread and foreboding. Remember the little sign from the Vietnam… Continue Reading “Reticulation is a Thing to Behold”
Somewhere Down There is My Transcript
I filled out the application for the Gerontology program. Wrote my ‘essay,’ yes, I wrote an actual essay describing myself, my motivation, experience, and academic history. And then I hit the submit button. But no dice. The application requires a copy of my transcript.… Continue Reading “Somewhere Down There is My Transcript”
Drop Me a Stitch Tonight
Twenty-five years ago, our old beach house on Lake Superior burned down. It was January, bitterly cold, with snow so deep in our driveway that a front-end loader had to clear it before the fire engines could get to the house. Not surprisingly, it… Continue Reading “Drop Me a Stitch Tonight”
Hunkering Down for a Second Wind
We went to dinner with friends last night. I wore an enormous sweater, a sweater that could be a blanket in different times. My husband who usually says something nice when I ‘dress up’ was silent about the giant sweater. I took this to… Continue Reading “Hunkering Down for a Second Wind”
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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