This Old Dag

Digging up the past, for your viewing pleasure

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bullthistle71 asked: I feel terrible! I reblogged your article on gratitude that had the image of your sons on it, and it automatically fed into my Facebook. I just love your articles and sharing them with others, and I didn't even think about your sons being in the photo. I sincerely apologize for violating your privacy. I have deleted that entry from my Facebook. Again, so sorry!

That was their backs. Don’t worry :) When I blog I know all eyes can see. It’s when someone takes something behind my back that I never intended for mass consumption that i get annoyed.

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Things I’m Looking Forward to Right This Very Second. 
1. My arms around my husband’s neck, his smell that never changes, that is like everything else about him - a constant. I love a good reunion. 
2. Handing over my finished novel to the good folks at Random House. Just have to fuckingfinish it. That’s a new verb now. Fuckingfinish. 
3. My kid’s ambling off the school bus in a few hours. 
4. Floppy hats and oversized sweaters and my fingertips working themselves into a pair of gloves. This is the part where I stop longing for summer. This is the part where I relinquish myself to the frost and cold, when I get on my knees and help the boys with their mittens. Bundling up is nice, once in awhile. 
5. The morning when I log on and type Ebola into google search and it’s all ‘Gone! Yay! We did it!”
6. Bare branches. 
7. My patio cushions arriving. 
8. The quiet that settles around the house come 9pm, punctured only by the crunch of tortilla chips and the whispery turning of pages. 
9. When the privacy of people in the public eye doesn’t become something they have to fight for, advocate, or struggle with. Privacy is a commodity. It is a luxury. It is something I value even as I write a blog sharing my thoughts, my feelings, my arms around my husband’s neck. But here’s the trick. There are things I will never intend to share, and there’s a comfort in that. I need that comfort. I deserve that comfort and so does anyone else. Do I want the world to read my writing? Sure. Because I’m the one disclosing and sharing. There are things I don’t want to share and things I won’t. So when someone tweets a pic of my kids, that they somehow took off my Facebook I get FIRED UP, I spend all day mulling it over, wrestling with the feeling of being trespassed. There’s a line. A narrow, little line that I choose not to cross when it comes to the privacy of people I respect and admire. And in turn, I don’t want my line crossed. Can ya dig it? 
10. Um. Christmas.

Things I’m Looking Forward to Right This Very Second.
1. My arms around my husband’s neck, his smell that never changes, that is like everything else about him - a constant. I love a good reunion.
2. Handing over my finished novel to the good folks at Random House. Just have to fuckingfinish it. That’s a new verb now. Fuckingfinish.
3. My kid’s ambling off the school bus in a few hours.
4. Floppy hats and oversized sweaters and my fingertips working themselves into a pair of gloves. This is the part where I stop longing for summer. This is the part where I relinquish myself to the frost and cold, when I get on my knees and help the boys with their mittens. Bundling up is nice, once in awhile.
5. The morning when I log on and type Ebola into google search and it’s all ‘Gone! Yay! We did it!”
6. Bare branches.
7. My patio cushions arriving.
8. The quiet that settles around the house come 9pm, punctured only by the crunch of tortilla chips and the whispery turning of pages.
9. When the privacy of people in the public eye doesn’t become something they have to fight for, advocate, or struggle with. Privacy is a commodity. It is a luxury. It is something I value even as I write a blog sharing my thoughts, my feelings, my arms around my husband’s neck. But here’s the trick. There are things I will never intend to share, and there’s a comfort in that. I need that comfort. I deserve that comfort and so does anyone else. Do I want the world to read my writing? Sure. Because I’m the one disclosing and sharing. There are things I don’t want to share and things I won’t. So when someone tweets a pic of my kids, that they somehow took off my Facebook I get FIRED UP, I spend all day mulling it over, wrestling with the feeling of being trespassed. There’s a line. A narrow, little line that I choose not to cross when it comes to the privacy of people I respect and admire. And in turn, I don’t want my line crossed. Can ya dig it?
10. Um. Christmas.

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dimerch asked: Hello, Dag. I have just become familiar with your writing and have enjoyed the discovery! My husband teaches Polish literature at Loyola University in Chicago. It would be great to hear you read in Chicago if you get the chance to be there.

I’d love to come to Chicago. Maybe one day…:)

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nacalae asked: Your book resonated with me on so many levels, and so does this post. I'm always waiting for the proverbial shoe to fall. After so many changes in my first 11 yrs of life, then 32 yrs in-between of living in the same place, creating roots, that I longed for so much, we moved. Following my love to a new place because he felt stagnant and "routine". Always wanted to live near the ocean, and now I do, yet I fucking miss home. Home is where the heart is, right? Then why do I feel so torn?

Depends on what ‘home’ means. Sometimes the - memory - of home eclipses everything. I’m always torn too but resigned to it by now…

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thelauralizzie asked: I went to see The Count of Monte Cristo at 17 & remember thinking you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen & wished I could look just like u. I screamed w/ delight at my TV when I saw you reunited w/ Jim Caviezel on Person of Interest all those years later. I just stumbled onto your blog through twitter & stayed up very late reading all 8 pgs of posts, laughing & crying. I relate to so much & was so inspired. Thank u for sharing your beautiful words. I find myself still wishing I were you

Thanks. But trust me, don’t wish you were me. There are many fucked-up aspects of myself I don’t share so readily on social media ;)

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morska-vila asked: It seems to me you have a great taste in books so I wondered would you mind making a list of your favourite books? Thanks, and hello from Croatia!

Oh my list would go on forever so here are a few off the top of my head - This is How You Lose Her (Junot Diaz) - Where the God of Love Hangs Out (Amy Bloom) - The Interestings (Meg Wolitzer) - Drunk Mom (Jowita Bydlowska) - Beat the Reaper (Josh Bazell) - Little Failure (Gary Shteyngart) - Fun Home (Alison Bechdel) Bark (Lorrie Moore) and about nine hundred other ones.

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sincerelyparkerbryn asked: I'm currently in the beginning stage of teaching myself Polish. My dad wasn't raised with any sense of his culture so he doesn't know the language. Lately I've been wanting to develop a stronger connection with my heritage and learning how to speak Polish is important to me. The beginning of your book where you lay out phrases/pronunciations has been so helpful to me as has rereading the book for context. Thank you for helping me learn about where I come from! xParker Wojciechowski

It’s never too late to go back to our roots - happy digging :)

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modernoutlawvintage asked: I absolutely love reading your blog posts. I love reading about your life and i love how my boyfriend listens to me everytime like its the first time when I say i want to be as cool and sassy like you someday (generally whenever you post new tweets.) I'm turning 21 next month and you inspire me everyday to do something with my life.

That’s a good boyfriend :)