Jan Worth-NelsonSkunk DayThere was a time I imagined great things were about to happen: felt in my bones that something was out there, not far beyond reach, and…Aug 9, 2021Aug 9, 2021
Jan Worth-NelsonKodachromeIn all those therapy rooms, I did not tell the whole storyJul 19, 2021Jul 19, 2021
Jan Worth-NelsonOn the evangelist’s knee, I consider my Second Amendment rightsBack then an eight-year-old girl not quite at home in a starched cotton dress with a grosgrain sash could climb into the evangelist’s lap…Jun 19, 2021Jun 19, 2021
Jan Worth-NelsonGeezer chronicles: how the day of exploding eggs saved us from gloom“The mouse is back,” I groused from the kitchen, where a hundred tiny lick marks pocked a block of butter left out overnight. That small…Jun 7, 20211Jun 7, 20211
Jan Worth-NelsonHow walking in Flint soothed rage, anxiety and Xanax hungerIn those first days, of course, it all felt so haunted. Even before COVID I was doing a Xanax every night to put up with Trump, and when I…May 16, 20211May 16, 20211