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Category: Writing
Stop with the Rope Pushing
I am becoming overwhelmed by extreme pluck. Today’s megadose came by way of Cindy Abbot who decided to cope with a diagnosis of a super rare and potentially fatal disease by climbing Mt. Everest and then doing the Iditarod sled dog race, thereby becoming the… Continue Reading “Stop with the Rope Pushing”
Writing the Pretzel Way
Just eat all the pretzels and be done with it. All the equivocation, rationing, using the tiniest bowls – end it! The pretzels won’t stop tapping you on the shoulder every time you walk past the cupboard unless you get rid of them. All… Continue Reading “Writing the Pretzel Way”
Heated Seats
Winter’s wettest spit Windshield wipers frozen chop Thin hope revival _____________________ Photo by Aleksi Partanen on Unsplash
Minnie and BowWow’s First Road Trip in the New Truck
BowWow: Jesus H. I feel like I’m riding in a semi, here. A big nut size Bulldog. Hey, smart guy in front, what’s our handle, see any Smokies up there? Give us the word, Good Buddy. Minnie: Don’t bother him. He’s trying to drive… Continue Reading “Minnie and BowWow’s First Road Trip in the New Truck”
Sometimes You Just Take Notes
I belong to a writing workshop that has a Monday morning Zoom check-in. It is a small group of about a dozen writers, most of them fiction writers, many of them published, and a couple of them famous. I have brief bouts of feeling… Continue Reading “Sometimes You Just Take Notes”
The T-Rex, the Woodchuck and the Wildebeest
[This is a piece from 2013 which I read to my writing group today. It was good for a few laughs which we all needed. ‘It’s not literature,’ as a snooty friend of mine would say, but I don’t care. I like stories where… Continue Reading “The T-Rex, the Woodchuck and the Wildebeest”
Broken and Lost Things
I wait for loss. I put my hand to my neck a dozen times a day to feel the chain that holds my mother’s wedding ring. The ring is gold and very thin. If it was thinner, it would be a strand of my… Continue Reading “Broken and Lost Things”
Meeting: A New Year’s Day Story (Fiction)
Sally was fed up with the mockery about how she cut her own hair. Her friends thought she was cheap or crazy or both, but she shrugged them off. Why give all that money to somebody to do what you could do yourself with… Continue Reading “Meeting: A New Year’s Day Story (Fiction)”
Little Lucks in the Winter
A thousand missteps Locks locked lost, turned around west No falling on ice _________________________ Photo by Anya Chernykh on Unsplash
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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