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Tag: Upper Peninsula
Heartache on Sable Lake – Part 2
“Today could be a good day to do the whole lake.” Diane looked over her shoulder at Max. “Is that what you want to do?” Max was an accommodating guy. Not in all things but most. It’s like he took an oath to… Continue Reading “Heartache on Sable Lake – Part 2”
I’m Berry Well, Thank You, and You?
A key thing about being a regular blogger is sometimes not caring if anyone reads what you write. That’s my number one message tonight. My second message has to do with blueberries. Specifically, disabusing people of the notion that picking wild blueberries is a… Continue Reading “I’m Berry Well, Thank You, and You?”
A Roof Over Our Heads
On the road to Grand Marais, there are two houses I’ve loved. Twenty years ago, when we first started driving up M-77, both houses were worn and in need of repair. Every time we passed, I would check on their progress. The first house… Continue Reading “A Roof Over Our Heads”
Dog Day
We went to the Midwest Sled Dog Symposium in Curtis, Michigan, today where our retired sled dog, Swirl, was fussed over like a returning war hero by the people who raised, trained, raced, and ran him for seven years. One after the other described… Continue Reading “Dog Day”
Saturday on the Porch in the U.P.
When we got here two days ago, the chairs had blown every which way on the porch. We were lucky one hadn’t taken flight and gone through a window. Our canoe was lifted off the old bedspring that serves as its resting spot on… Continue Reading “Saturday on the Porch in the U.P.”
The Man at the Boat Launch
He drove up just as we were starting lunch at the picnic table under the trees at the boat launch. A black Dodge Ram truck with a squat camper like all the autoworkers used to have in Flint, pulling a flat bed trailer with… Continue Reading “The Man at the Boat Launch”
Friday Poem
I meant to write something profound deep Move people impress with my erudition touch I forgot what I would write in a sea of waterlilies Instead I reached in black water Pulled two slick stems Wound white blossoms in black rope Floral masthead for… Continue Reading “Friday Poem”
Yesterday at Whitefish Point
You never know the last time you’re going to do something. I used to think about that, about the last time my son would put his hand on my shoulder when we were walking. And then he didn’t do it anymore but I don’t… Continue Reading “Yesterday at Whitefish Point”
Perfectly Flawed
A long time ago, we bought a ramshackle beach house on Lake Superior and two years later it burned down. One minute we had a house and the next it was gone. That happens to people, though, and it’s a survivable thing. We lost… Continue Reading “Perfectly Flawed”
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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