Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Tag: mental-health
Pedal Harder
If someone told you that you could ride that bike, that all it would take would be to climb up the silver pole, position yourself on the seat, put your feet on the pedals and your hands on the handlebars and fly that bike… Continue Reading “Pedal Harder”
Wishing for More Weeds
In the hottest part of the summer August when our lawn turns brown Unwatered and drier than sand My mother pulls weeds Working her way up one side And down the other of the gravel driveway Pulling each dandelion growing along the Edge of… Continue Reading “Wishing for More Weeds”
You’re More Than Your Wounds
The Band-Aid might be huge but it doesn’t cover your whole body. There are well parts to you. If I asked you to look at the well parts of yourself and not at the Band-Aid, could you do it? Or is the Band-Aid all… Continue Reading “You’re More Than Your Wounds”
New Year’s Fowl
Everyone’s writing about their New Year’s resolutions so I think I should join in. My resolution is to continue what has been a pretty successful two-week effort to control my own moods. I am a sitting duck for episodes of depression and anxiety, times… Continue Reading “New Year’s Fowl”
Dress-Up
I’d wear Groucho Marx glasses every day if I could. It has limited effect now, however, since practically no one now knows who Groucho Marx was. The fun of flicking a stogie is lost on 90% of the people I encounter. So, why bother?… Continue Reading “Dress-Up”
Who Is Helping Mom?
The phone rang just as I was about to put dinner on the table. It was Lou, my ex-boyfriend’s mother. She had the same hushed, hurried, worried tone that I’d heard every time her mentally ill son went missing or threatened her or holed… Continue Reading “Who Is Helping Mom?”
Tic
Every day, twice a day, the woman walked north on my street in front of my house. From my second floor office, I could see her on the sidewalk, taking big strides and swinging two plastic bags from the grocery store. She had an… Continue Reading “Tic”
Death by Suicide
I was in the parking lot of a youth center where I’d just finished an evaluation meeting when my cell phone rang. My former boss, who probably hadn’t called me on the phone in ten years, tracked me down to tell me that my… Continue Reading “Death by Suicide”
Head Case
Every time there’s a hit and run accident that’s on the news, I think it involved one of my sons. Not as the person hurt but as the driver. It’s not until I get the make and model of the car that I start… Continue Reading “Head Case”
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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