Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Tag: love
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”
Seasoning: Part I
He said she should come back for the meat loaf. So, when the senior dining menu was published, Daisy searched for meat loaf day. There it was, April 13th. That’s when she’d go back to the senior center to see him again. She didn’t… Continue Reading “Seasoning: Part I”
My Mother’s Face
After my father died, I found this photo in his bedroom. It was leaning against the mirror of the vanity where my mother had sat painting her nails in a room dark except for the small lamp, her red nails gleaming in the dim… Continue Reading “My Mother’s Face”
My Mother’s Face
After my father died, I found this photo in his bedroom. It was leaning against the mirror of the vanity where my mother had sat painting her nails in a room dark except for the small lamp, her red nails gleaming in the dim… Continue Reading “My Mother’s Face”
Valentine’s Day 2019
Love isn’t a mystery. Loyalty, resiliency, and kindness are mysteries. And humor. Humor is definitely a mystery. And a gift. I have been in love with many people who weren’t funny. They were thrilling at first but ultimately gave me a headache. If two… Continue Reading “Valentine’s Day 2019”
Minnie and BowWow Discuss the Stay of Execution
BowWow: Jesus H. They were gonna do me in at 9:15 this morning. Just like that. After all we’ve been through. Motherfuckers. Minnie: They’re just trying to do what’s best for you. You’ve been looking pretty sick lately and then this morning you got… Continue Reading “Minnie and BowWow Discuss the Stay of Execution”
My Mother’s Face
After my father died, I found this photo in his bedroom. It was leaning against the mirror of the vanity where my mother had sat painting her nails in a room dark except for the small lamp, her red nails gleaming in the dim… Continue Reading “My Mother’s Face”
Outerwear
I Googled an old boyfriend a few nights ago and a picture of him popped up. It was the only photo of him I’d ever seen but remarkably as I remembered him in my mind’s eye. Hair parted in the middle, big bushy beard,… Continue Reading “Outerwear”
Two a Day #14: Not Go
“The real reason for marriage. The borrowing and lending of courage.” I said those words in a blog post I wrote last summer about a conversation I had with my husband on the back porch. Of all the things I’m grateful for, a husband… Continue Reading “Two a Day #14: Not Go”
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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