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Tag: cemetery
Finding Them
We set out to find my husband’s parents’ graves. We hadn’t been back to the cemetery in suburban Chicago since his father’s death 12 years ago. So we drove there today, GPS’d our way to the cemetery’s gates and then parked in front of… Continue Reading “Finding Them”
Flock
My parents are buried on a shady hill in an old cemetery in Hastings, Michigan. They share a headstone, like they shared the headboard of their double bed for sixty-four years. She is on the right, he is on the left, but I can’t… Continue Reading “Flock”
Annual Planting
It’s late at the Super 8. There’s dirt under my fingernails even though I wore gloves. I have one pink geranium I couldn’t make fit. The urn for their flowers that I bought new last year was damaged by the winter. My husband left… Continue Reading “Annual Planting”
Go Visit the Dead
It’s a left turn off the main drag, past the house with the high stone foundation, up and down a couple of green hills that get greener and shadier. At the dip in the road is the entrance to Riverside Cemetery, headstones spread out… Continue Reading “Go Visit the Dead”
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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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