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Mother's Moments

Mother's Moments
We are at the starting line of our wedding week. A family brunch reservation was made for Mother’s Day.  I knew it would be my last sane hour, and I was elated. We had to pick Matt up because his battery was dead- and when we went into his home-all the Dahls were there.  Perfection... Read more »

Bullying is not presidential

When I was in grade school,  I passed under a Grand Trunk Railroad viaduct every day.  This landmark meant I had covered 11 blocks and was home stretching.  I could see my house as I emerged from its concrete arches.  The gray walls that supported the trains were often embellished with chalked or painted evidence... Read more »

A zig and a few zags..ADD Janet

A zig and a few zags..ADD Janet
Less than two weeks to go until my baby is a husband. I am chipping away at my “to do”list.  Jewelry made with Justine.  Check. Table tent cards embellished.  Check. Table number frames bedazzled. Check.  (Matt is photo filling them….) NOT DONE. Dress to alterations.  Check. Meeting at Church to formalize details. Check. Rehearsal dinner... Read more »
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The Marry Month of May

The Marry Month of May
My ADD will be even worse than ever, because it is the month that my baby boy, Matt, is getting married on the 19th. His bride to be, Justine, is an oncology nurse at Northwestern, and she will have a beautiful day.  I am working to make the stars align. Uh-oh. As Mother of the... Read more »

Ho Jo Mo Jo

Ho Jo Mo Jo
Last night’s Mad Men took me back to a staple of my youth:  Howard Johnson’s. Did you think I would say LSD?  No.  Never. I went to  Shrine High School at 13 Mile Road in Royal Oak (yes, just 5 miles from Eminem’s notorious 8 Mile) and upon the corner of Woodward Avenue and 13... Read more »

Time is a Tyrant

Time is a Tyrant
Garry Meier used to say this all the time, though he meant it as a nudge to keep Steve on track when his stories wandered into space reserved for news or commercials. Roger Ebert’s latest journal entry addressees this notion in its sadder, more universal reality:  we watch people we love die.  We will die... Read more »
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Easter

Easter
My roots are Catholic. Easter vacation meant freedom from school for a glorious week.  Before obtaining liberty, there were stations of the cross, Holy Thursday services, and Good Friday rituals.  There was quiet time on Friday if we did not attend services.  For a few years, Mom tried to get us to kneel for three... Read more »

Spring renewal

Spring renewal
Winter is over. Steve is home. Our family is growing:  May 19th will bring the joy of adding Justine Higgins to our circle.  My baby boy will be a husband.  Imagine.  Matt has moved to the suburbs, is wrangling with weeds and plumbing, and his pound dog is marking every wisp of foliage.   How... Read more »

Roots and Wings

Roots and Wings
I am sentimental, but not maudlin.  Anniversaries of deaths are not front and center to me.  This year, however, I have been wrestling thousands of pictures into chronological order, to create a disciplined story of the Dahl family.  I trapped myself. I over-photographed.  I stopped putting things in albums long ago, and tossed them into... Read more »
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A couple of oops moments for the media

FIRST:  Geraldo Rivera, what were you thinking? Someone who has made his living in media must have realized that his comments regarding Trayvon Martin’s hoodie were going to be seen through a lens of frustration and rage. Or maybe not. The hyperbolic commentator is noted for his drama quotient more than his journalistic integrity, and he certainly... Read more »