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Tag: Christmas
The Bluest Bike
I want the cream-colored bike at Target, the one with the old fashioned handlebars and a brown leather seat. It has fenders like the big blue bike I had as a kid that I rode down 10 1/2 Mile Road, a wide dirt road… Continue Reading “The Bluest Bike”
The Blessing of Christmas Misery
I am a person with a very uneven Christmas life. When I was a kid, the quality of Christmas – not the presents but the mood – depended on whether business at our Ben Franklin Store had been good or not so good. There… Continue Reading “The Blessing of Christmas Misery”
Renewal
The wonder of Christmas Eve is: Twelve eggs cracking Eleven chains tangling Ten shirts unraveling Nine people crying Eight glaciers melting Seven cities crumbling Six children leaving Five arguments flailing Four mistakes repeating Three gifts returning Two people quitting One more chance appearing
Christmas Eve at the Five and Dime
How much longer is he going to stay open, she wondered. It was already after seven and they’d opened at 9 that morning, Christmas Eve Day. Probably the biggest shopping day of the year at their Ben Franklin Store. Sometimes she thought her dad… Continue Reading “Christmas Eve at the Five and Dime”
Little People Farm
I know about having a Little People Farm. I used to have one. Then all the little people grew up, thankfully, and moved away. But this post isn’t about that, it’s about the joy of toys. More specifically, the joy of toys with a… Continue Reading “Little People Farm”
Do You See What I See?
It’s radical. Unorthodox. And probably really ill-advised for a blogger, since bloggers live to tell the long tales of angst and irony. But if early indications are accurate and if I can trust my instincts, I think I might actually be happy. Even more… Continue Reading “Do You See What I See?”
Christmas Story: Whittle
Yes. I once gave a 9-year old girl a Swiss Army Knife for Christmas. It looked like this one. This wasn’t completely crazy because she was a girl who climbed trees high enough to watch me through the window of our second floor flat. She… Continue Reading “Christmas Story: Whittle”
Post Game Show
I wanted to wait a day or two to write about Christmas. Holidays for us – always, but especially the last few years – are a little touch and go. Somebody’s absent. Somebody’s a mess. People take turns. You know how some families draw… Continue Reading “Post Game Show”
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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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