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Stop with the Rope Pushing
I am becoming overwhelmed by extreme pluck. Today’s megadose came by way of Cindy Abbot who decided to cope with a diagnosis of a super rare and potentially fatal disease by climbing Mt. Everest and then doing the Iditarod sled dog race, thereby becoming the… Continue Reading “Stop with the Rope Pushing”
Meeting Mary Shields
I think on this trip I am learning how to be old. Tonight I was talking with someone about Mary Oliver’s instructional book on poetry, how reading it depressed me because I’d wanted to think that poetry was so utterly an art. Every page… Continue Reading “Meeting Mary Shields”
Beargrease #3
Up ahead, we saw four Border Patrol SUV’s parked on either side of Minnesota Highway 61, lights flashing, officers standing nearby. We were headed into Grand Portage, only six miles from the Canadian border, to watch sled dog teams competing in the Beargrease Marathon… Continue Reading “Beargrease #3”
Beargrease #2
A year ago, I wouldn’t have worn the skirt or the boots, especially the boots. They’d have been too extreme for me, too unusual and different. Flamboyant. Other people would wear boots like that. I wouldn’t. And the skirt over my jeans. Seriously. A… Continue Reading “Beargrease #2”
Beargrease #1
At the risk of looking, as Cher would put it, like a sister wife, I bought and intend to wear an insulated black skirt with my parka and mukluks tomorrow. The locals in their Carhartt overalls might snicker but I’m going for it. Tomorrow… Continue Reading “Beargrease #1”
Meeting Mary Shields
I think on this trip I am learning how to be old. Tonight I was talking with someone about Mary Oliver’s instructional book on poetry, how reading it depressed me because I’d wanted to think that poetry was so utterly an art. Every page… Continue Reading “Meeting Mary Shields”
Radiant
Pink still means something to me. I know it’s not supposed to. I know pink has been exploited, used for profit and for keeping girls in their place. Pink is trite, the flag of gender stereotyping, the dog whistle of sexism, making it easier… Continue Reading “Radiant”
For the Love of a Fine Dog
Some people think that sled dogs are forced to run. It’s not true. As I’ve been told already a dozen times this week by mushers: You can’t push a rope. Sled dogs are Alaskan Huskies. This means that they are an amalgam of… Continue Reading “For the Love of a Fine Dog”
Stop with the Rope Pushing
I am becoming overwhelmed by extreme pluck. Today’s megadose came by way of Cindy Abbot who decided to cope with a diagnosis of a super rare and potentially fatal disease by climbing Mt. Everest and then doing the Iditarod sled dog race, thereby becoming the… Continue Reading “Stop with the Rope Pushing”
Littlehead
“Did seeing them make you doubt your whole life?” We’d just spent an hour in an exuberance festival created by Kristin and Andy Pace, co-owners of Hey!Moose Kennel, twenty-somethings who take turns racing their sled dogs in the Yukon Quest and the Iditarod. “Yeah,… Continue Reading “Littlehead”
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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