Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Category: Writing
Thinking Ink
1 of 18 Eighteen days away from a major life benchmark and I figure the best way to commemorate it is with ink. Lots of ink. Any why not? A lot of people have ink. At lunch last week, a friend showed the new… Continue Reading “Thinking Ink”
People You Can’t Forget: Jane
I don’t know why but all day I’ve been thinking about Jane. Two memories collide — the pungent, overpowering body odor wafting down the hallway that announced her arrival minutes before she appeared in my office and the matter of fact way she cinched… Continue Reading “People You Can’t Forget: Jane”
The Gathering
It could get crowded in my dining room with those three other women, the mothers of my adopted children. It made things tight bringing food out and clearing the table, struggling to inch past them, the skinny and stout, all with black hair and… Continue Reading “The Gathering”
Leggings ARE Pants, Sweetie Pie
“PSA for my fellow grocery shoppers. Leggings are NOT pants. Especially when you’re a grandmother.” I saw this post on Facebook a few hours ago and it has been irking me no end ever since. Two points of disagreement. Why aren’t leggings pants? They cover… Continue Reading “Leggings ARE Pants, Sweetie Pie”
A New Year’s Resolution for You?
The way I see it you need to have your heart on your head or on your sleeve or someplace where you can lay your hands on it fast. These days, it’s not enough to have your head in the game. Your heart needs… Continue Reading “A New Year’s Resolution for You?”
Bye Bells
“Do you hear that? Do you hear the church bells?” Waking up late, the first morning of a long weekend on Lake Superior, my husband asks me what time it is. No watch, no clock, no phone, so the church bells will tell us… Continue Reading “Bye Bells”
The Day After Sandy Hook
I woke up twenty times last night and each time I thought the same thought. Their mothers must still be shrieking. Shrieking and keening. Making sounds they never heard themselves make. That’s what the Sandy Hook mothers are doing, I know it. And then… Continue Reading “The Day After Sandy Hook”
My Dentist: Dr. Junior Woodchuck
“That’s great that’s the only medication you take,” said Dr. Junior Woodchuck. “My mother had her hip replaced and the doctors couldn’t believe that she wasn’t on any medication.” He’s 12 years old and still dressed in his dentist outfit from Halloween. “They probably thought… Continue Reading “My Dentist: Dr. Junior Woodchuck”
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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