Mabel the Unstable

Mabel the Unstable
  Every dog-loving family has one Dog for the Ages.  Mabel was not that dog. But she grew on us, and with us. She became a Dahl when Matthew was a quasi-rebellious junior in high school, and we were on the brink of becoming empty nesters. We knew we needed a lifeline. Chamois, our Golden,... Read more »

I Am Back

It has been more than two years since I held forth at Chicago Now. Milly Dog died in October 2014.  I wrote about it, and then my words went away. Now my Old Dog Mabel has ambled on.  I owe her the same send off. I’m rusty, I’ll grant you. I am betting that this... Read more »

I Don't Believe in the Rainbow Bridge but I Want To

I Don't Believe in the Rainbow Bridge but I Want To
I don’t believe there will be a reunion with my pets anymore than I will meet the angry cows I have consumed or the spiders I have squished. I wish I could stretch my heavenly conceits this way, because I can see the comfort in that imagery. I am content to be grateful for every... Read more »
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The Summer of my Discontent

The Summer of my Discontent
Sorry.  It has been a Summer; it will be a Fall. I started June with a shiny new baby granddaughter, celebrated the joyous weddings of two nieces in Detroit and Colorado, and am now involved in the Autumnal imagery of imminent death. There has been plenty to talk about.  SImple joys of grilled food and... Read more »

To die, to sleep-

To die, to sleep-
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, For in this sleep of death, what dreams may come… Hamlet, William Shakespeare, the ultimate Dead Poet. I have to take a little pause in my self involved tale of going home to acknowledge the passing of Robin Williams. My heart is broken by his deep... Read more »

Baggage

Baggage
Family weddings. What can be more joyful?  Linking the sibling circle, celebrating rather than mourning. It is a chance to rejoice in our roots and see the future in our kids.  I’m from Royal Oak- I could torture the roots, trunk, branches and acorn metaphor to death as I am inclined to do. But I’ll... Read more »
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Tuesdays With Gramma Janet (Apologies to Mitch Albom)

Henry's First Selfie
Yep, I was the Grandma who said she would never be locked into a day for babysitting.I hate driving to the city, and so I was OUT. I have always been available for emergency babysitting, and my initial offer was to be the Friday overnight drop off babysitter for any of the kids. They could... Read more »

A New Flower in the Dahl Garden

A New Flower in the Dahl Garden
Little Violet Donaldson Dahl has made her appearance. She is 8 days old, and beautiful. Apparently she was in a hurry to meet us, because she took only 3 hours from contraction #1 to TA DA!   Mommy never had her epidural, yet she was a trouper. The week since her birth has found the Pat... Read more »

Counting the years...in wrinkles

Counting the years...in wrinkles
Wrinkled clothes, that is. The Joliat girls are extraordinary ironers.  It was an Irish/Catholic school/uniform blouse/child management legacy- who really knows? But as soon as we were tall enough to stand up to the ironing board- we ironed. Our learner’s permit was earned on hankies and pillow cases.  We set up the board in the... Read more »
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And then we were empty nesters again....

And then we were empty nesters again....
Turns out, I like a little chirping in the house. Pat, Rachel and Henry left the city in late September after selling their condo in a nano-second.  Their new house was a gut-rehab-add- a-second- story kind of project. It would require the entire fall and winter to complete. And the beginning of spring.  Their first... Read more »