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My Brother John’s Peanut Butter Sandwiches
I made 110 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with my friend, Christina, today. Another volunteer slipped each sandwich in a plastic bag and stacked it in the box with all the others. I learned that I am a very fast maker of peanut butter… Continue Reading “My Brother John’s Peanut Butter Sandwiches”
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”
My Brother John’s Peanut Butter Sandwiches
I made 110 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with my friend, Christina, today. Another volunteer slipped each sandwich in a plastic bag and stacked it in the box with all the others. I learned that I am a very fast maker of peanut butter… Continue Reading “My Brother John’s Peanut Butter Sandwiches”
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”
My Brother
He is frozen in this time. My brother. How he holds a wine glass, his shirt sleeves rolled up. In his pocket is a pack of cigarettes. He is tightening his lower lip, talking in that loud, raspy whisper he had even as a… Continue Reading “My Brother”
Knife Skills
I knew the carving knife would be dull. There are things men don’t cook when they lose their wives. Things that need carving would be on that list. An Easter ham, a Thanksgiving turkey. So I was betting the carving knife I pulled out… Continue Reading “Knife Skills”
Dreamlike
I pushed the button for the 14th floor, the tower suite. I got off the elevator and looked down at my feet. I was barefoot. This seemed crazy to me although I often go barefoot, not to meetings, though, never before had I been… Continue Reading “Dreamlike”
Time in a Bottle
That’s my brother on the bed, being a new baby in the afternoon, 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… Continue Reading “Time in a Bottle”
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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