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Tag: The Daily Post
Keep Your Junk in the Drawer
Even gritty blogs need to have some class. I know this because I have a fairly gritty blog where I’ve said some hard, rough things about my life and life around me. And occasionally, I’ve taken junk out of the drawer that should have… Continue Reading “Keep Your Junk in the Drawer”
Out for Repairs
My worst quality is thinking I should fix people who haven’t asked for repair. When my children were children, my fixing fixation was in full gear. They had issues, to be sure, but fewer than I detected. The trap of making one’s children into… Continue Reading “Out for Repairs”
28,776 Times
We just finished the third Time of the Month Club donation drive. The ending tally was 28,776 tampons, pads and wipes for women who are homeless in Milwaukee. The supplies are delivered to emergency shelters and outreach programs and put to use right away.… Continue Reading “28,776 Times”
Avian
It wasn’t this sky but one like it, nearly cloudless in a different way, the water its own color of Lake Superior blue and calm in a masquerade that invites cowards to dream of long distance swimming, going all the way from here to… Continue Reading “Avian”
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.… Continue Reading “Write It with a Red Pen”
Q and A with a Sleepless Person
Q: Why didn’t you sleep last night? A: I don’t have a reason. It just occurred. Q: What was bothering you? A: Why does something have to be bothering me? Maybe I woke up just so I could think hard about who Mitt Romney’s… Continue Reading “Q and A with a Sleepless Person”
A Pen or a Pencil?
I keep a catalog of 180’s in my office. I use my red file folders and label each file in pencil, preserving, therefore, the opportunity to do another 180 by erasing the label and creating a new one. I don’t think it’s a crime… Continue Reading “A Pen or a Pencil?”
Wishing for Monsters Under the Bed
I wish I had been less worried. If you ask me how I wish my childhood had been different, that would be my answer. I wish I had been less worried. It’s not a good thing for a child to be worried. Every day.… Continue Reading “Wishing for Monsters Under the Bed”
Across the Driveway
The man next door was a boy when we moved in. He built skateboard ramps on the sidewalk and organized fishing expeditions of neighborhood kids. His parents had terrific shouting matches in our shared driveway. We’d stop what we were doing in our kitchen,… Continue Reading “Across the Driveway”
Married Sleep
When you are afraid of the day, the alarm goes off in your head minutes before the real one sounds. Your eyes open and you watch the seconds pass, piling fear on your dread. You remember all the other times your day included a… Continue Reading “Married Sleep”
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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