Jane’s Essays

I write essays, because, you know, I’m a writer.

Of course, you know that, unless you thought you were at another page by someone else who does something else. If that’s true, this isn’t about me, it’s about you.

 

 

 

 

Julia Child

Julia Child

I remember watching Julia Child on television on a black-and-white set. I loved everything about her. Her height, her apron, her accent, her bubbly personality, her spunk, the way she poured wine into the sauce and into her glass. You name it, if it was Julia Child, I...

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The Pursuit of Truth

The Pursuit of Truth

If my dharma were the pursuit of truth, I’d not be here tapping these keys right now. I’d have never left welding, where everything is black and white. Well, it’s really black and silver or sometimes black and copper; there are no grey areas. A weld is either a good...

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The Day After the Insurrection

The Day After the Insurrection

More information continues to emerge about the events of Wednesday. They point to a broader conspiracy than it first appeared. Calls for Trump’s removal from office are growing. The Republican Party is tearing apart. Power in the nation is shifting almost by the...

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Mysterious Happenings

Mysterious Happenings

EDM stands for electronic dance music. Personally and historically, I am and have been a baroque music fan, but some nights call for EDM. Saturday was such a night – Elvis is singing “Such a Night, ooh what a night it was, it really was,’’ in my head right now which...

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Mabel is a Guy

Mabel is a Guy

It has come to my attention that Mabel is a rooster. The shape of her tail and the presence of her wattle give every indication that she is developing into a rooster. Her behavior has begun to support this new gender presentation. Chicken sexing is a highly valued and...

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Eavesdropping

Eavesdropping

On our 20th wedding anniversary, we kayaked in fog on the Saint Lawrence Seaway. The river was greasy smooth, gentle swells wrinkling its surface. 20 years before, when we were the laid off newlyweds, we paddled here, too. We paddled here for the whales then as we do...

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Devil’s Backbone Road

Devil’s Backbone Road

I struggled to park in the dirt lot at Hell’s Backbone Grill, Boulder, Utah. The spaces here sloped down and away, loose gravel canting down at odd angles to a railroad tie perimeter making it difficult for me to let my bike down onto its side stand. It would have...

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Frisbee Dog

Frisbee Dog

My dog, Tom, was a Frisbee dog. He was blonde; ginger colored circles of fur at the backs of his knees. He'd leap into the air to catch the Frisbee. He'd catch any throw, and was especially thrilled to catch it over water and at the beach. Because I used the 200 gram...

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Free Rangers! We Ride at Dawn…

Free Rangers! We Ride at Dawn…

In Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M. Pirsig explores the metaphysics of quality. He sees the motorcycle as a collection of systems and describes two approaches to the bike: classical and romantic. His journey took 17 days to ride, the book four...

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