Red's Wrap
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Category: Writing
Everyone’s in Love with Detroit
Everyone’s in love with Detroit. Why is that? It’s the Bangladesh of 2013. Where’s George Harrison when we need him? To talk about Detroit, one has to first offer evidence of street cred. I never lived in Detroit, I lived in Southfield, what was… Continue Reading “Everyone’s in Love with Detroit”
Stop Me Before I Make a Big Mistake
The other night as we were getting ready to go a small town race track to watch car racing and hang with the families in their matching John Deere baseball caps, my husband put on a pair of shorts which double as swimming trunks.… Continue Reading “Stop Me Before I Make a Big Mistake”
Wilmot Classic
The Wilmot Raceway is just outside the little town of Wilmot, Wisconsin, a tiny berg about 15 miles west of Kenosha and just inches from the Illinois border. The Raceway, part of the Kenosha County Fairgrounds, is a dirt track where, tonight, stock cars,… Continue Reading “Wilmot Classic”
100 Essays Status Report
I’m nearing fifty essays in my 100 essays in 100 days project. “You seem to be writing a lot,” a friend said to me yesterday at lunch. Yes. Not everything I’m writing is fabulous. That’s for sure. But there are some keepers in this… Continue Reading “100 Essays Status Report”
Really Cold, Really Cold Ice Water
On the way to the park, I started the self-talk. The periodic self-pity I feel about my progressive hearing loss was flaring up so it was time to do the talk. The talk: You have to play the hand you were dealt. There are… Continue Reading “Really Cold, Really Cold Ice Water”
Grow Where You’re Planted
The Kindle is the crack of the timid, I’m convinced. I am so in love with the thrill of the transaction; first, seeing the beautiful book cover in vivid color, then clicking on the Buy Now button, and then having the book lined up… Continue Reading “Grow Where You’re Planted”
Look Up
In every dark time, in days that are night, when others have fallen and you are on the edge of surrender and despair, there is a person in the light. Follow that person. ____________________ Written in response to a Trifecta writing challenge – 33… Continue Reading “Look Up”
A Motorcycle, A Sissy Bar, and the Birth of Feminism
The Vespa came up alongside me yesterday at a busy stoplight. A young woman was driving with a guy sitting behind her. She was short and compact and it was obvious that the Vespa was hers and she was giving him a ride. He… Continue Reading “A Motorcycle, A Sissy Bar, and the Birth of Feminism”
The End of Lament
I crossed over today. There’s no other way to say it. Like a dying person who sees the bright light, I’ve stopped the struggle, ended the resistance, faced the truth and found that I am fine with it. All at once and for no… Continue Reading “The End of Lament”
Missing Her
I am on the hunt for Carefree. I once was best friends with Carefree but I haven’t seen her since I was about seven. You know Carefree. She’s the one who’s barefoot. She’s not worried about being hungry because she’s got a peanut butter… Continue Reading “Missing Her”
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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