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Tag: Lake Superior
I Swam in the Big Blue
Down the beach, I see our neighbor swimmingHis gray head bobbing in the gentle wavesWhile he talks to his wife on the beachShe is collecting rocks, looking for agates, studying Then they switch, he comes on shore and she wades inI watch her in… Continue Reading “I Swam in the Big Blue”
We Have Apple Trees Here
We have apple trees here. They were planted by the family who owned our house before us, a family that thought apple trees would flourish in the sandy soil near the heavy weather of Lake Superior. The old trees’ branches are drooping, heavy with… Continue Reading “We Have Apple Trees Here”
Our Good Boy Goes Back to the Beach
Tomorrow we scatter Punchy’s ashes. We’ve had dogs die and not gotten their ashes but learned that this type of economizing is short-sighted and sad-making. Learning our lesson, Punchy’s remains have been in a beautifully detailed tiny urn for well over a year. He… Continue Reading “Our Good Boy Goes Back to the Beach”
Change is in the Air
I am writing to you from the cozy living room in our house on Lake Superior. The afternoon was spent sorting through books, emptying out the desk, and separating various keepsakes for home or Goodwill. When we got tired of this, we drank beer… Continue Reading “Change is in the Air”
Writing in the Little Fire House
I bought my ancient laptop a little house so it can come outside with me. There were simpler models but the foil-like canopy sold me. It has the air of a fire shelter. Maybe we could put the cat in it if wildfires flare… Continue Reading “Writing in the Little Fire House”
The Place of a Hundred Stories
My writing partner is inert. He is lying on a very threadbare sky blue chair given to us by my husband’s cousin. It was his mother’s so beloved in a way. For years, I appreciated the wornness of the old chair, how I could… Continue Reading “The Place of a Hundred Stories”
The Gales of November
Tonight, I learned the meaning of the word fetch, used as a noun, to describe the growing power of wind and waves. This is especially pertinent to a lover of Lake Superior who is frequently at a loss to describe the lake’s extraordinary drama.… Continue Reading “The Gales of November”
We Have Apple Trees Here
We have apple trees here. They were planted by the family who owned our house before us, a family that thought apple trees would flourish in the sandy soil near the heavy weather of Lake Superior. The old trees’ branches are drooping, heavy with… Continue Reading “We Have Apple Trees Here”
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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