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Posted on May 9, 2019
by Jan Wilberg
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A few years ago, we took our granddaughter camping. It rained all night, thundered with lightening strikes, and in the morning everything was soaked but the day was bright and clear. We went hiking up a trail to a lookout where we could see… Continue Reading “Now I Know”
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Posted on April 1, 2017
by Jan Wilberg
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The grandmother gig can be a tough one. You can be in the presence of a grandchild who clearly needs a mother more than a grandmother and though you know very well how to be a mother, you can’t be that child’s mother. She… Continue Reading “Reach Back”
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Posted on May 28, 2016
by Jan Wilberg
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Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
Tuesday night just as the youth choir sang the first few bars of the Star Spangled Banner, after I’d drunk down an inch of my Miller Lite, and before the Milwaukee Brewers took the field to lose what…
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Posted on December 30, 2015
by Jan Wilberg
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She had dozens of New Years before she knew the end was near. Eighty six of them. The young woman in this picture, with one hand in her pocket and the other on the arm of her husband, is my grandmother. She’s not looking… Continue Reading “When She Had Endless New Years”
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Posted on October 3, 2015
by Jan Wilberg
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When she’s here, I make a bed on the floor next to our bed by stacking comforters and pillows. I turn down the blankets and put a stuffed animal on the pillow and my nine-year old granddaughter climbs in and goes right to sleep.… Continue Reading “I Lost the Rule Book”
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Posted on July 22, 2015
by Jan Wilberg
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I watch from afar. A grandmother does that. But as I watch, I remember the formation of my own family. I remember when my own daughter went from being one to one of many. She was graceful and helpful about it but looking back… Continue Reading “From One to One of Many”
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Posted on May 4, 2015
by Jan Wilberg
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I have many thoughts about this picture. First, wearing a hat adds mystery to any ensemble. Second, much can be hidden and said under a brim. Third, all small children should have bangs. Fourth, this moment could be put in a locket. Fifth, everything… Continue Reading “Brimming”
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Posted on April 25, 2015
by Jan Wilberg
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For all my brave talk, all my “I’m really Stevie Nicks” under these black dress pants and sensible shoes, for all my aging is a joyous, beautiful thing, a lucky thing, priceless if you take it in the right way, all my advice to… Continue Reading “Playing the Long Game”
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Posted on August 20, 2014
by Jan Wilberg
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I want them to be friends when they are 30. That’s my goal. But I’ve tried to engineer a lot of relationships in the past and have usually failed. There’s a science of trying that says if you try to hard, you will queer… Continue Reading “Social Engineering”
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Posted on March 20, 2014
by Jan Wilberg
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The tiny box of razor blades was right where I knew it would be, buried on the second shelf of the linen closet, amidst hotel bottles of shampoo and bubble packs of cold medicine. It was on my walk that it came to me.… Continue Reading “Happy is a Razor”
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