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Happiness. It's relative.
Category: Writing
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”
The Bluest Sky and the Bluest Lake
I am so happy. It is a spectacular day on Lake Superior. The lake couldn’t be any bluer. There have been feathery clouds in a blue sunny sky all day but now they’ve faded making ready for sunset. Right now, looking out the window,… Continue Reading “The Bluest Sky and the Bluest Lake”
Haiku: Election 2024
A rip tide will kill Unless folks use their power To swim out of it _________________ Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash
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”
Respite Care
It is so hot here I have to dump ice cubes out of the plastic tray into a plastic bag and hold it on my neck. My head breathes heat from the inside out; if I hold my hand up to my face, I… Continue Reading “Respite Care”
Sunday Night Haiku: Family Matters
Amazing what gets Repaired, strengthened, nourished when You keep showing up ____________ Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
Bring Your Cookies, Your Stories, Your Poems, Yourself
I learned this today. Unless you tell people that the cookies are oatmeal chocolate chip, they’re going to assume there are raisins involved. And that provokes a lot of unarticulated raisin bias, the slightest of nods, the looking away to listen to a sound… Continue Reading “Bring Your Cookies, Your Stories, Your Poems, Yourself”
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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