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Category: Writing
New Year’s Fowl
Everyone’s writing about their New Year’s resolutions so I think I should join in. My resolution is to continue what has been a pretty successful two-week effort to control my own moods. I am a sitting duck for episodes of depression and anxiety, times… Continue Reading “New Year’s Fowl”
Snow Day
I am getting used to the idea of being happy without condition, without footnotes to clarify and tone down what might be taken for contentment. I like the gratitude movement but it reads like a bumper sticker to me. What I’m talking about isn’t… Continue Reading “Snow Day”
Heavy Snow Predicted
Whether we like the weather depends on whether the weather entertains us, amuses us, keeps us occupied with talk and anticipation, and gives us backdrops for the day’s one act plays or not.
A Sunday Night Bedtime Story
Once upon a time after the big mean T-Rex had eaten his last wildebeest of the day and wiped his grimy mouth with the back of his leathery scaly foot, he set off down the damp path through the dense forest with its hanging… Continue Reading “A Sunday Night Bedtime Story”
The Gift of Writing Everyday
Yesterday at lunch I was trying to explain to a friend of mine how writing every day changes one’s day. “Because you’re always looking at things as potential blog posts?” she said. No, that’s not it. I tried to explain how writing every day,… Continue Reading “The Gift of Writing Everyday”
Feral Gifts
Why pay for mice from a store when they are everywhere, waiting to be had, looking to sit in small boxes with bows, wanting to please, ready to step up to polite company? ___________________________ Written in response to a Trifextra Writing Challenge: 33 words… Continue Reading “Feral Gifts”
Scarface
It’s ten days before Christmas so I am going to write ten Christmas stores although I may need to draw on themes other than Christmas. So the title of this series is “Ten Christmas Stories that May Not Exactly be about Christmas.” This is… Continue Reading “Scarface”
Oh. So Sorry.
Friends are fleeting but memories long, the many grave trespasses layered like old earth, part of the soil on the paths where people walk, looking for footprints of the thing to be feared.
The Man with the Sign
He was standing at the base of the downtown exit ramp from the east-west freeway. The light was red so I had to stop and for a while only a part of his jacket was visible, the car’s windshield frame obscuring all but the… Continue Reading “The Man with the Sign”
All Gone, Honey
My job is to dazzle you, you myopic moron, so look at me when I talk to you and stop watching the drain in the basin. It’s gone and it’s not coming back. ______________________ Written in response to a Trifecta Writing Challenge which was… Continue Reading “All Gone, Honey”
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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