Category: Janter

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 »

Hello. Have You Missed Me?

I’ve missed you. I had a chance to meet a legion of wonderful people at Steve’s garage sale, and SO many people said that they missed my blog that I am going to attempt to redirect my manic Facebook energy to a more constructive and thoughtful platform.  I can make no promises, because my attention... Read more »

Starting Fresh

Starting Fresh
I have never been the type to make resolutions. Frankly (and sadly) I lack the self discipline to follow through. For that reason, I am a chubby woman with a disorganized house.  I am a barely passable cook, and a terrible baker. I have spurts of domestic efficiency, followed by ambivalent indolence. The bar is... 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 »

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 »

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 »
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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 »