I’m Janet Griffing-LaBonne, retired journalist, grieving mother of an adult son,
grandmother, knitter/weaver/spinner, lover of greyhounds
In our household, it frequently happens that when a gift is given, the giver says, “A story goes with it!” What follows are the details of how the gift was chosen, where it was found, how it almost didn’t arrive in time, how long they searched online and in-person until the absolute right thing was selected for the recipient. Usually, it’s quite a story!
The story behind it
I’ve decided to take up blogging again, inspired in part by Dear Husband who has been encouraging ever since we met and also by the observation of my tattoo artist, Natalie, that I’m a storyteller. (She’s most patient with me as I chatter on about life, loss, and just about anything else during a session.)
I first caught the attention of Steve (Dear Husband) when we met online, and he read some of my writing. His favorite post was about “Dairy Queen Dan” and my first date, post-divorce. Let’s just say that dating in your 50s is… different! Anytime I see a Dairy Queen I’m reminded of the most awkward hour of my adult life.
It’s all a flood under the bridge at this point. Online dating worked out with guy number four to whom I’ve been married lo’ these past 14.5 years. Steve listens to my stories, although it’s obvious his attention drifts. But I hold out hope that you, dear reader will hang in as I tell a tale or two.