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Part 2: National Adoption Month
The great ruse of adoption is that except for the fact that an adopted child isn’t biologically born from the person mothering them everything else is the same. It isn’t. The Hallmark cards with the beautiful cursive verses that talk about a child being… Continue Reading “Part 2: National Adoption Month”
Part 1: National Adoption Month
It’s National Adoption Month so here’s my trilogy of adoption posts starting with this one, the question: Do you ever regret adopting? The answer depends on who is doing the asking. If it’s another adoptive parent, I say what’s true. Sometimes.
Mow Me Some Dinner
At one time, my signature dish was canned ham and this pie. The hams were pedestrian, triangular, no fail. Although once I dropped one on the kitchen floor and it went skidding while my husband’s boss and his wife were in the other room.… Continue Reading “Mow Me Some Dinner”
Happy Birthday to Karen
Most of what I know about not giving a shit I learned from my friend Karen. I don’t know what she’s learned from me, probably how one would color inside the lines should one be so disposed. Which she isn’t, so whatever I taught… Continue Reading “Happy Birthday to Karen”
Twenty Things That Might Happen
If all goes as planned, two weeks from now I’ll be recovering from cochlear implant surgery. I’m not crazy about the idea of having surgery and part of me worries that I’ve been hearing impaired so long it’s become a lifestyle, my own little… Continue Reading “Twenty Things That Might Happen”
The Irresistible Urge to Be a Badass
I get Ben Carson’s deal. He wants to be a badass in the worst way. And when his actual life story didn’t score enough badass points, he gave it a little more juice, moving himself from spectator to perpetrator, wisher to doer. For most… Continue Reading “The Irresistible Urge to Be a Badass”
Scrapbook
Go ahead, I said to myself. Pull over and take a picture of yourself in your old convertible with the top down on November 5th. Never mind what passers-by think. The truck driver backing into a driveway, the long-haired man walking his Dalmatian, their… Continue Reading “Scrapbook”
Moving Day
I am 17 days away from having a hole the size of a half dollar drilled in my mastoid bone and I am getting a little weak in the knees. “Don’t worry. We cover it up with muscle and [whatnot],.” (I didn’t catch what… Continue Reading “Moving Day”
Hardcore Pink
Tomorrow morning I’ll drive to the clinic, put my clothes in a locker, put on a blue robe, stand half naked while a technician arranges first one of my breasts and then the other on a clear plate, the edge of which will dig… Continue Reading “Hardcore Pink”
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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