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That It was the Same Only Better
I thought God had circled the Earth twenty times until He saw me wringing my hands after another failed home pregnancy test and decided to bring me babies from somewhere else. That’s how far gone I was. I absolutely believed that I was purposely… Continue Reading “That It was the Same Only Better”
The 4:00 A.M. Breakfast Club
The light was on in the kitchen and then the small light in the dining room. I saw my daughter setting out a placemat, a bowl and a spoon, a box of corn flakes. Of course, a box of corn flakes. She always ate… Continue Reading “The 4:00 A.M. Breakfast Club”
When Peaches Aren’t Ripe: 5 Ways Youth Disappointed Me
We give youth everything. We give them looks. We give them brains. We give them energy. We give them political power. And then we sit aside and envy. Oh. If we were young, we’d be beautiful and so brilliant, incandescent in our energy and… Continue Reading “When Peaches Aren’t Ripe: 5 Ways Youth Disappointed Me”
Write It with a Red Pen
It never occurred to me to be anything. Growing up as a kid in a small town and then later as a kid in a working-class suburb of Detroit, I never thought about it, what I wanted to be when I grew up. How… Continue Reading “Write It with a Red Pen”
You’re Asking the Wrong Question
I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”
You’re Asking the Wrong Question
I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”
Blanketed
Sometimes the blankets are warm from having been slept on just minutes before. This happens when someone gets up, gathers up his blankets in a bundle, and makes a beeline to the storage room. They seem to be saying, here’s my bed. I’m done… Continue Reading “Blanketed”
Cold Kiss
I pretended to kiss Elvis in my basement. I’d put Love Me Tender on the record player and wrap my arms around the gray concrete pole in the middle of our rec room. I can still feel the pole’s cool smooth feel on my lips.… Continue Reading “Cold Kiss”
Anything Can Happen
Anything can happen. There is the news and then there is the coping. And the coping can make you wear wool socks and heavy boots in the middle of summer. Or strip you to your underwear and send you skating across paper thin ice.… Continue Reading “Anything Can Happen”
Bloom
In 2010, my first year of blogging on Red’s Wrap, I got two likes. The next year, 2011, saw a big increase to three likes. So this fabulously successful blog got five likes over the space of two years. That may have been five… Continue Reading “Bloom”
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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