Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on August 15, 2018 by Jan Wilberg
My hands are full of blue. Blue on my palms, on my fingers, my wedding ring. Not solid blue. Splotches. And the blue shows no signs of coming off soon but I know it will. I believe it will. I underestimated the blue paint,… Continue Reading “Bird Hearts”
Category: WritingTags: Barn swallows, Birdhouses, birds, Lake Superior, painting
Posted on April 20, 2012 by Jan Wilberg
I reached with my paintbrush for the tiny unpainted space between the two bedroom walls and the ceiling that the roller had missed, stretching my back and arm and holding the brush by its very tip to avoid having to step down from the… Continue Reading “Paint It Red”
Category: WritingTags: black eyes, children, daughter, domestic violence, falling, family, painting, relationships, son


What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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