Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Tag: Aging in a Good Way
Time in a Bottle
That’s my brother on the bed, being a new baby, the afternoon’s sunlight softly sprayed across my parents’ bedspread. He is waking from a nap and because he is their first baby and still new, my mother calls for my father to fetch the… Continue Reading “Time in a Bottle”
You’re Asking the Wrong Question
I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”
Perhaps the Ice Cream is Melting
Do you think all this is sustainable? All what? You know, your lifestyle. Tooling around town protesting things, writing weird stories, having all your camping equipment on your front porch. Probably not. We’re getting pretty close to the brink here. The brink? Yeah. That… Continue Reading “Perhaps the Ice Cream is Melting”
Time in a Bottle
That’s my brother on the bed, being a new baby, the afternoon’s sunlight softly sprayed across my parents’ bedspread. He is waking from a nap and because he is their first baby and still new, my mother calls for my father to fetch the… Continue Reading “Time in a Bottle”
You’re Asking the Wrong Question
I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”
Recycling
____________ Photo in response to The Daily Post photo prompt: State of Mind: This week, let your inner world and the outside one converge in a photo.
Who’s a Relic? Me?
My past is older than most of the people I know. So what does this mean? It means my frame of reference could be hanging in a museum. The antiquities of the fifties and sixties, the skate keys, mimeograph machines, inner tubes, they’d hang… Continue Reading “Who’s a Relic? Me?”
Face Time
I looked at every picture a dozen times. Scrolled right then left, trying to find one that was more flattering, as my mother would say. “That dress is very flattering on you.” I wanted a flattering picture but there wasn’t one in the bunch.… Continue Reading “Face Time”
Rebound
I need me a new basketball. And a basketball net. I don’t need a hoop, though. I have one. It’s bolted to the ancient roof of our garage, the one with the doors that pull open like the entrance to the grand dining room… Continue Reading “Rebound”
The Day the Truth Saved Her
Once upon a time, there was a woman who practiced fooling herself every day. She was so good at it that she could go months with no firm grasp of the truth. The truth changed colors in her hands like a kaleidoscope dissembled and… Continue Reading “The Day the Truth Saved 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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