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Clutter is Another Word for Everything Left to Lose
The picture of the hell that is my office at the moment comes later. It’s too shocking to have pop up right away. Here’s a nice selfie I took today. I really like those earrings. You see, I’ve been working in this office for twenty-nine… Continue Reading “Clutter is Another Word for Everything Left to Lose”
Fry Me Up Some Cheerios
This is a memory straight out of Wackyland. When I was a little kid, and I mean little, like maybe four or five years old, I remember pulling a kitchen chair over to the stove and frying Cheerios in a cast iron frying pan… Continue Reading “Fry Me Up Some Cheerios”
I Don’t Have a Mission, I Just Careen Around
I don’t have a mission. I basically just careen around doing things I think are useful or will make me feel productive. This excludes hard and unpleasant things like gardening and cleaning but includes things like this blog, going to the same dog park… Continue Reading “I Don’t Have a Mission, I Just Careen Around”
My Plan: Living to 100
My plan is to live to 100, maybe longer. I say that realizing that I may not have the appropriate level of dread of being very old. It hasn’t been so bad so far, especially since I got over the crumpling of my face… Continue Reading “My Plan: Living to 100”
Here’s What I’d Put on a Billboard
Say somebody gave me a billboard for a month. Say I could put anything I wanted on the billboard. Say it would be seen by thousands of folks every day. What would I put on the billboard? This. YOU’RE COOLER THAN YOU THINK! At… Continue Reading “Here’s What I’d Put on a Billboard”
Vote Counter
Run for office. I thought about running for office many years ago but a political consultant correctly pointed out that nobody would vote for me. Well, maybe somebody would but who wasn’t immediately evident. I didn’t have the credentials, party membership, hadn’t put my… Continue Reading “Vote Counter”
Out of Place at the Parish Hall
There have been times when I have oozed uncomfortableness, times when I felt that my uncomfortableness was so obvious and splotchy, like measles up and down my arms, that I might infect other people. But it’s not contagious because when someone is extremely uncomfortable,… Continue Reading “Out of Place at the Parish Hall”
Wishful Thinking
Nothing. I could do a lot more of nothing. I could let myself flop in a chair and complain about it being hot and having nothing to do and listen to my mother tell me that if I was bored, it was my own… Continue Reading “Wishful Thinking”
Driving Lessons
“The car will go where you’re looking.” This was fundamental lesson in my dad’s driver’s education class. He probably had other sayings, but I don’t remember them. The whole experience – however long it took, months maybe, years, I don’t know – centered on… Continue Reading “Driving Lessons”
What I Know
I know a lot about thisMore than the average personBecause the average person can hear music and can only imagine what it would be like not toMe? I mostly hear music in my head There are records in my headThey’re the ones I played… Continue Reading “What I Know”
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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