Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on January 29, 2021 by Jan Wilberg
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”
Posted on November 30, 2020 by Jan Wilberg
My brother had our parents’ stuff laid out like a well-organized garage sale with no price tags. Relatives were picking up and putting down my mother’s costume jewelry which was arranged in rows on the basement ping pong table. I found a locket that… Continue Reading “The White Binder”
Posted on March 2, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
When I started my blog, I had a list of topics. Poaching was the number one item. It irked me the most. But I never wrote about it. Why? Because the weird feeling an adoptive parent gets when…
Category: AdoptionTags: adopted children, adoptive parent, family relationships
Posted on November 29, 2016 by Jan Wilberg
You will remember Your aunt’s hands fixing your hair When you are troubled
Category: Mostly True Family StoriesTags: aunts, family relationships, memories, nieces
Posted on February 5, 2015 by Jan Wilberg
My mother scolded me on the phone one night for leaving my eight-year old daughter alone while I went to the store and I didn’t talk to her for months. I felt the scorch of her judgment in every part of my body. It… Continue Reading “Wilted”
Posted on December 22, 2014 by Jan Wilberg
“I don’t want to go all the way to Chicago with your dad in a box on my lap.” “Where am I supposed to put him? If I put him in the trunk, the box could tip over. Just hold him, it’s not that… Continue Reading “Bringing the Box”
Category: Mostly True Family StoriesTags: death, family relationships, funeral, mourning, writing challenge, Yeah Write
Posted on July 21, 2014 by Jan Wilberg
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”
Posted on March 9, 2014 by Jan Wilberg
My brother had our parents’ stuff laid out like a well-organized garage sale with no price tags. Relatives were picking up and putting down my mother’s costume jewelry which was arranged in rows on the basement ping pong table. I found a locket that… Continue Reading “The White Binder”
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