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Ten Little Mysteries Lined Up in a Row
There are so many unsolved mysteries in my little life. How cats know to use a litter box. How my dad could make a living playing in dance bands without knowing how to read music. Why my sister-in-law ratted me out about smoking marijuana… Continue Reading “Ten Little Mysteries Lined Up in a Row”
Living in the Death Wish
I can tell you the exact moment. It is August, late afternoon. The sun is shining but it’s heading to the horizon. After an afternoon of rolling waves, Lake Superior has evened out. The water is blue, the bluest blue, so blue that the… Continue Reading “Living in the Death Wish”
Brevity is Beautiful
My answer to the question is yes. Love is a place. Yes is a world. Two lines from a very short poem by E. E. Cummings. The words are engraved on the underside of the silver bracelet I wear almost every day. I would… Continue Reading “Brevity is Beautiful”
Where’s the Money When you Need It?
I wish I’d come up with the scratch to buy the land adjacent to our cabin on Lake Superior, so someone wasn’t able to build an enormous, earth-scarring monstrosity next door. I say ‘next door’ hesitantly as it implies neighborliness, as in, let’s go… Continue Reading “Where’s the Money When you Need It?”
What I Know to be True: Gray is a Color
This is exactly the first thing that came to mind when I opened my eyes this morning. Gray is a color. It’s not the memory of a color. Gray is the color of doves and steel. Gray is a long life’s memory. I must… Continue Reading “What I Know to be True: Gray is a Color”
The Perfect Gift can be Years in the Making
My son gave me his cat. But it was more of a desperation thing than a considered gift. There’s a story attached to the giving or loaning or ‘please, can you take Herc for a while’ but the details aren’t important. The gist of… Continue Reading “The Perfect Gift can be Years in the Making”
Back Porch Meditation with Coffee and Dogs
I go downstairs and let the dogs out. I watch Durant take a giant leap off the back porch and run to the back fence. Tempest picks her way down the stairs as if she’s wearing heels and a pencil skirt. I make a… Continue Reading “Back Porch Meditation with Coffee and Dogs”
Naming Rights in the By and By
My name is a married name and not even the current marriage’s married name. My name harkens from a marriage that ended decades ago. Never mind that my name is a borrowed name, long overdue, what would I like it put on after I’m… Continue Reading “Naming Rights in the By and By”
Irony, Laughing, and Coiled Angst at a U.P. Cabin
There’s laughing at funny things and there’s laughing at irony. I found this picture yesterday while, yes, cleaning my office for the ten thousandth day. This is why it takes so much time, the irony factor. In the picture, I am drinking a beer… Continue Reading “Irony, Laughing, and Coiled Angst at a U.P. Cabin”
Wave to Me Down the Line: No Kings
There’s nothing that’s keeping you from showing up at a No Kings demonstration tomorrow. You could be a hundred years old and if you can somehow get to a demo, the people there will create a seat for you. They’ll pile up their jackets… Continue Reading “Wave to Me Down the Line: No Kings”
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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