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Tag: Michigan
The Trip Home through Hudson
The Western Auto Store is now a Chinese restaurant and not a very good one from the looks on people’s faces. Bad meals had been eaten there. We stopped the car for just a minute but when I got out, I decided against a… Continue Reading “The Trip Home through Hudson”
My Day with Bob Evans
This incredibly flattering and beautifully composed photograph was taken this morning after breakfast at our beloved Bob Evans restaurant, this one just north of Lansing in DeWitt. We were driving south on US127 from Central Michigan University in Mt. Pleasant where, the night before,… Continue Reading “My Day with Bob Evans”
We Know When to Quit
We didn’t press on. We turned back. It was the wise thing to do. Even if we had to turn our truck around on a narrow dirt logging road with shoulders made of deep soft sand. I had to get out of the truck… Continue Reading “We Know When to Quit”
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”
On Thanksgiving Eve
When I was eight or nine, my family moved from a little town in western Michigan to Detroit. In Hastings, the town where my mother grew up, we lived in a house my dad built across the school playground from my grandmother’s house. It… Continue Reading “On Thanksgiving Eve”
Don’t Make Me Leave Hastings
Just an hour ago, the sun was shining on my back while I painted the window frames. In the distance I could see the fog coming our way off Lake Superior and wished I’d started painting earlier. Now we’re enveloped and I hope it… Continue Reading “Don’t Make Me Leave Hastings”
I’m Berry Well, Thank You, and You?
A key thing about being a regular blogger is sometimes not caring if anyone reads what you write. That’s my number one message tonight. My second message has to do with blueberries. Specifically, disabusing people of the notion that picking wild blueberries is a… Continue Reading “I’m Berry Well, Thank You, and You?”
Winter Lovers
We weren’t sure what we were looking for but we decided it wasn’t in Arizona. Our plan was to head there this morning in our truck with our two dogs to meander around and maybe see some baseball at spring training. And then just… Continue Reading “Winter Lovers”
Saturday on the Porch in the U.P.
When we got here two days ago, the chairs had blown every which way on the porch. We were lucky one hadn’t taken flight and gone through a window. Our canoe was lifted off the old bedspring that serves as its resting spot on… Continue Reading “Saturday on the Porch in the U.P.”
Yesterday at Whitefish Point
You never know the last time you’re going to do something. I used to think about that, about the last time my son would put his hand on my shoulder when we were walking. And then he didn’t do it anymore but I don’t… Continue Reading “Yesterday at Whitefish Point”
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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