Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Tag: Aging in a Good Way
Recycling
____________ Photo in response to The Daily Post photo prompt: State of Mind: This week, let your inner world and the outside one converge in a photo.
Who’s a Relic? Me?
My past is older than most of the people I know. So what does this mean? It means my frame of reference could be hanging in a museum. The antiquities of the fifties and sixties, the skate keys, mimeograph machines, inner tubes, they’d hang… Continue Reading “Who’s a Relic? Me?”
Face Time
I looked at every picture a dozen times. Scrolled right then left, trying to find one that was more flattering, as my mother would say. “That dress is very flattering on you.” I wanted a flattering picture but there wasn’t one in the bunch.… Continue Reading “Face Time”
The Day the Truth Saved Her
Once upon a time, there was a woman who practiced fooling herself every day. She was so good at it that she could go months with no firm grasp of the truth. The truth changed colors in her hands like a kaleidoscope dissembled and… Continue Reading “The Day the Truth Saved Her”
What Do You See?
We walk past their room on the way to ours up the stairs. He is eating grapefruit and she is sorting photographs. They are very old. He is thin and tall and wears a white dress shirt, rumpled and soft as if he’d saved… Continue Reading “What Do You See?”
Button Up Your Pod
Stories of people my age forgetting which is the business end of a pencil make my blood run cold. That wasn’t always the case. When the people who got the mental flutters were a lot older than me, I could relax. I was in… Continue Reading “Button Up Your Pod”
Time in a Bottle
That’s my brother on the bed, being a new baby in the afternoon, the afternoon’s sunlight softly sprayed across my parents’ bedspread. He is waking from a nap and because he is their first baby and still new, my mother calls for my father… Continue Reading “Time in a Bottle”
Note to My 19-Year Old Self
If this note had been left on my pillow when I was 19, I would have been offended. Advice from any corner, even my future 65 year-old self, would be an insinuation that I wasn’t running my own life well. And even if it was true… Continue Reading “Note to My 19-Year Old Self”
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”
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 May 27, 2020
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
