Category: Family

Sure, we all have families, and I am not insinuating that mine is more special than yours. If your family is bad, you can borrow mine. If mine is bad, I will torment them here.

My Boys Need to Know Mom is Sick: Part 1.

My Boys Need to Know Mom is Sick: Part 1.
I have had a graced life, and rarely had to share bad news with my sons. The bulletin that I had breast cancer was a message that Steve and I wanted to manage. Our first instinct was to have Steve call a family breakfast summit to lay out the treatment and the positive prognosis. A... Read more »

The Day Of.

The Day Of.
From a firm Breast Cancer diagnosis to surgery Team Dahl had one week to make a battle plan, clear my palpitating heart for surgery via a cardiologist, and be briefed by my surgeon. We got it done. Together. With a dose of adrenalized panic thrown in for good measure. I got the dog groomed, my... Read more »

Healing Season

Healing Season
Last Sunday I pulled on my bathing suit and headed outside to the pool. This is an anomaly. I rarely inflict the Ruins upon an unsuspecting world. I typically enter September rueing the evaporation of Summer, and the approach of shorter, cooler days. I miss the rabble of little kids. I wish I had splashed... Read more »
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Sweet and Tart

Sweet and Tart
Summer ends too soon.  One minute we are watching fireworks, and before we know it, back to school supplies evict the picnic goods.  Hardy mums start appearing in front of grocery and home improvement stores. Summer clothes are sent to the Reduced rack, and they look wilted and tired. Sweater weather apparently looms. For the... Read more »

Team Dahl

Team Dahl
Baseball is connective tissue in the Dahl family story, and it is sewn with Black and White Sox thread.  Perhaps it was born in Steve’s conscious decision to cheer for an AL team  to keep the Dodgers and Vin Scully safe in his heart.  Sox allegiance was galvanized on a hot summer night when he... Read more »

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 »
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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 »

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 »
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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 »