Posts in category "circle of life"

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 »

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 »
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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 »

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 »
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Circling Back

Circling Back
This weekend found me motoring to Detroit for the kick off of the Joliat wedding season.  Two nieces will wed in the next six months, and the first shower drew me East just as Steve returned from Florida. I guess if we can live separately for three months, a day of additional separation is nothing.... Read more »

#donnaday Join me.

#donnaday  Join me.
What is every parent’s worst notion? You know. Sick kid. Cancer kid. Dying kid. What a sacred duty to travel life with an ill child, making choices for them, preserving  your sanity and strength so you can export them to your little one. What can we do to help? Listen. There are story tellers with... Read more »

Touch and Go

Touch and Go
In his crazy-eights youth, Steve would toss off his marital status as “separated- Janet’s in the suburbs, and I am in Chicago.”  Ha Ha. Fast forward 30 odd years, and that joke becomes our truth. Except that he is in Pompano Beach, and I am in Chicago. With strategic blending. This is a blending week,... Read more »
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Mad Props for Mommy Bloggers

Mad Props for Mommy Bloggers
I have embarked on a bit of an adventure: Steve has moved South for a few months as is his winter habit. He is now a Snowbird. I stay up North and watch the dogs.  This provides a few degrees of separation and solitude to a marriage that is 24/7, since Steve works at home.... Read more »