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By accident Unintentionally Stepping in with thin-soled shoes Pretending to be a braver person Than I was or had ever been Pretending to be Someone who adopts strangers From foreign countries Apologizing right away For speaking another language Neither of us understood
That It was the Same Only Better
I thought God had circled the Earth twenty times until He saw me wringing my hands after another failed home pregnancy test and decided to bring me babies from somewhere else. That’s how far gone I was. I absolutely believed that I was purposely… Continue Reading “That It was the Same Only Better”
My Rainbow Story
It is the only story about a rainbow that I have. But it’s a good one. We were swimming in a lake. It was dusk. All of the other people had left. The beach was littered with the debris of a fine day, the smell… Continue Reading “My Rainbow Story”
Not My Question to Answer
“Are they really brother and sister?” I don’t know. What does that question even mean? What do you mean by that question? Do you mean: Are they biologically brother and sister? Do you mean: Do they regard themselves as brother and sister? What is… Continue Reading “Not My Question to Answer”
Old Papers
We looked through old papers tonight, pages of them, some in English, most in Spanish, documents pulled out of a torn white envelope, each one signifying some step in the adoption of one of our three children from Nicaragua. In the papers there were… Continue Reading “Old Papers”
If This, Then That: Reflections on Adoption
The theology of adoption has a thick ribbon of rescue running through it. To rescue a child in dire straits is heroic. No doubt about it, children who are available for adoption, those beautiful little faces you see on the adoption web pages and… Continue Reading “If This, Then That: Reflections on Adoption”
One Answer
From the pay phone attached to the coral stucco wall of the La Jolla Resort, I could see the Chinese lanterns lit over the shuffleboard court, a couple sitting in lawn chairs holding hands and looking out on to the Florida Bay, a rented… Continue Reading “One Answer”
My Dog Jak
It can be years, many years, a decade or more, and a person can still miss her dog. My dog, Jak, my big, beautiful, thick, smiling Jak. Jak, the dog who circled his own wagons, curled up in the snow, and fell calmly asleep until… Continue Reading “My Dog Jak”
More Coffee?
Every morning this week has been a test of my ability to find the narrow passageway between two indecisive people that will lead me to the coffee, then to the creamer, then to the cereal or waffle or yogurt or whatever else the free… Continue Reading “More Coffee?”
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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