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Category: Fiction
The Weird Magic of Short Story Writing
I woke up at five this morning trying to untie the knot of a short story I am writing. It’s a surreal story, probably about dementia or mental illness or some inability to sort out the real from imagined. Of course, the central character… Continue Reading “The Weird Magic of Short Story Writing”
Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part Three
The day she picked was cold and clear. Thin plumes of clouds floated over a Lake Superior that was spring blue, indigo blue, like the massive lake had rested all winter to flower on this day. The wind came from the northwest, swooping its… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part Three”
Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part Two
Her daughter came in April for Rennie’s birthday. They drove to Marquette and had dinner in a restaurant on the top floor of the big hotel there. Rennie felt like she had been brought to New York City, the place was that thick with… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part Two”
Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part One
November came. Rennie’s daughter invited her to come down to Lansing for Thanksgiving, but Rennie said no. She’d met a man. “What man?” her daughter asked, and then said, “Bring him, Mom! He can meet all our crazy relatives.” Rennie said no, that… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part One”
Rennie’s Log Slide Dream: Part One
Going down Log Slide and coming back up on her own had been on Rennie’s bucket list for years. She considered it every summer, but the dune was always thick with kids on vacation running down the 500 foot, nearly vertical, sand cliff to… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream: Part One”
Night Swim: A Story
She’d dreamt of swimming across the lake a thousand times. The dreams were always the same. There was a full moon that shone on the water like a spotlight, soft, though, sweet and rolling with the waves. She saw herself swimming, always in a… Continue Reading “Night Swim: A Story”
Vernon’s Workbench in the Garage
The lights in the garage flicked on and off three times. That was the signal that Greta was going to bed. He could feel her looking at him through the window of the kitchen door. He didn’t look up. Vernon flicked the light over… Continue Reading “Vernon’s Workbench in the Garage”
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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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