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Not My Question to Answer
“Are they really brother and sister?” I don’t know. What does that question even mean? What do you mean by that question? Do you mean: Are they biologically brother and sister? Do you mean: Do they regard themselves as brother and sister? What is… Continue Reading “Not My Question to Answer”
Done with U-Turns
If you look in the rear view mirror too long while you’re driving down the highway, you’ll end up in the ditch. I know that but it doesn’t change anything. I won’t be five minutes out of a meeting before I’m putting into rank… Continue Reading “Done with U-Turns”
Dare You: NaBloPoMo
For a long time after being in labor and having a baby, you think you can do anything. You think anything anyone asks you to do will be effortless by comparison. You could be asked to lay a thousand bricks using concrete you stir… Continue Reading “Dare You: NaBloPoMo”
Go See for Me
I can’t go back in there. I know it’s lying there. Maybe it’s alive. I don’t know. When I heard the thump, I ran. I think I saw eyes. I don’t know. If it’s alive, it’s all alone. Alone in that last stall.
Where is It?
Creatures can live in your house and you won’t even know it. Creatures you don’t recognize and couldn’t name if paid. And then there are the many animals and insects that could be in your house, feral, secretive creatures that know how to stay out of… Continue Reading “Where is It?”
Cross Over
This is a story I’ve told before but sometimes, the first time you tell a story, it means one thing and when you tell it again, it means something else. It’s not a big story, no adultery here, no orphaned children. It’s not about… Continue Reading “Cross Over”
Bend in New Places
If you are a crooked tree, you are crooked but you are still a tree. That you are anomalous is clear. No other tree looks like you and you could not be mistaken for any one of the other thousands of trees in the forest.… Continue Reading “Bend in New Places”
The Wish
How can you be sure what she said? She speaks another language. I can tell by how she turns her head, Looks in the direction she wants to go. We would do well to listen to her Her child’s heart knows its home.
Cracked
The sign didn’t explain that the buyer must help, assist the hen in her labor, wipe her brow, stroke her feathers, catch the egg in one’s hands to place in the carton, one after another, day into night, the sacrifice was extreme.
Staying in the Life Outside
When summer turned to fall, the old man closed the window, not because he was cold, not yet, but because he thought he might be cold soon. And he didn’t want to be found lying dead on the bedroom floor in deep winter with… Continue Reading “Staying in the Life Outside”
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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