Archive for February, 2011
Monday, February 28th, 2011
my darlin’ Clementine
the muse is in the mountains. i have to make my own coffee. it’s a hard-knock life. though the laundry seems considerably less in his absence, and all the drawers stay shut just like i left them. still. the kids sleep eventually. i miss him until the silence comes. here’s the thing about a partner. […]
19 Comments » - Posted in the home project by bon
Monday, February 21st, 2011
the cottage
we nearly bought land yesterday. late Saturday night and we play the what-if game of MLS, of possible worlds. our dreams are tame, these days. he wants land, insurance against a food supply falsely propped up. i want water, the tracks of sandy feet on summer grass. seventy-three acres, near a picturesque harbour. twenty-five minutes […]
43 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,relationship stuff,stuff to be done,the home project by bon
Monday, February 14th, 2011
the un-Valentine
Daddy, by Oscar Valentine’s Day embarrasses me. it’d be too much to say that i hate it. i don’t hate it. i like chocolate too much to expend any energy actually hating prefabricated holidays. but it makes me blush and freeze up, confused. i avert my eyes. me? nah, you can’t be talking to ME. […]
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Friday, February 11th, 2011
the tantrum chronicles
she is almost exactly half his age. this occurs to me as they are going to sleep. bedtime is a bit of a cacophony these days, punctuated by singing, bouncing, and shouts of Mamaaaa!! from the smaller one. we made a mistake, one night, a month or so back. we broke the cardinal rule. we […]
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Monday, February 7th, 2011
every day i write the book
it’s been in the bottom of a drawer for years. a little black notebook, scuffed and coffee-stained, with seemingly random pages bearing notes, lists, traces of stories. some pages are torn out. i imagine their scraps handed off like gifts, late at night, to people i’ve mostly never met. when i first knew him, the […]