Posted on November 30, 2020
by Jan Wilberg
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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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Posted on March 15, 2014
by Jan Wilberg
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If someone told you that you could ride that bike, that all it would take would be to climb up the silver pole, position yourself on the seat, put your feet on the pedals and your hands on the handlebars and fly that bike… Continue Reading “Pedal Harder”
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Posted on March 9, 2014
by Jan Wilberg
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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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Posted on January 23, 2014
by Jan Wilberg
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You’re dead to me. No, seriously. You are dead to me. If you are, in fact, alive and breathing, don’t breathe on me. Don’t sit near me. Don’t say hello. Don’t be civil. Just be gone. Not a grudge holder? Then you can’t relate… Continue Reading “What’s the Expiration Date on a Grudge?”
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