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The End of 100 Essays
The other day, my husband said to me, “I think your writing has resurrected your career.” No, I thought. My writing has resurrected me. My 100 Essays project pulled me from the swamp of self-doubt and retreat that was becoming so dominant in my… Continue Reading “The End of 100 Essays”
Cow Girl
I took this picture of a girl and her cow at State Fair a couple of years ago. It’s a precious photo, something that could only be used once in a blog post and then for just the right topic. One doesn’t want to… Continue Reading “Cow Girl”
When the Donuts are Gone, It’s Time to Go Home
Tell me there’s something better than a six-pack of fresh donuts heading into a three-day weekend. Two people, six donuts means each person gets a donut with a hot steaming cup of good old Eight O’clock coffee every morning for three days. The prospect… Continue Reading “When the Donuts are Gone, It’s Time to Go Home”
Night Music
Over the turned way down sounds of the Supremes’ Baby Love coming from the tiny AM radio on the bookshelf, she heard the car’s gravel crunch. Were there two voices or just one? ________ Written in response to a Trifecta Writing Challenge: 33 words… Continue Reading “Night Music”
Lunch Counter
“I’ll need your husband’s social security number.” “Why? I’m the one paying the bills. My name is on the account.” “I’ll need his information in order to give you any information. Sorry, that’s the procedure.” My hatred could fill a football stadium. I hate… Continue Reading “Lunch Counter”
Hey Good Lookin’
In my 100 Essays project, I’ve tried to write about what is front and center in my thinking that day. What is the big thought that has stuck with me? What makes this day different than others? Even when I wander around looking for… Continue Reading “Hey Good Lookin’”
I Got a Blue Truck
So we own this here truck for no good reason other than we might have to move some big stuff some day. With the truck in our driveway, my husband and I each own 1.5 automobiles. In other words, the truck is extry. There… Continue Reading “I Got a Blue Truck”
Resting Place
I had what very few mothers have. A No Judge Zone. It seems these days as if being a mother has become a competitive sport. One is loathe to raise a worry or admit a failure for fear of stirring a storm of suggestions… Continue Reading “Resting Place”
So Many Questions
I figure if you get scorched for writing about birthmothers, you might as well start talking about Jesus. What’s to lose, right? So, anyway, I’ve been reading Zealot, The Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth, by Reza Aslan. Well, actually I finished it… Continue Reading “So Many Questions”
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Sad Sack
Posted on September 20, 2013 by Jan Wilberg
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It wasn’t much of a day. I spent it sick in bed. Every hour or so, I’d wake up and check my blog to see there were anymore “I want to spit in your face” comments. I’ve gotten two of these in the past… Continue Reading “Sad Sack”
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