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Thursday, September 2nd, 2010
this is spinal tap
i walked out of the hospital today feeling almost – though not quite – as surreal as i had when i stumbled in two days ago. almost as surreal, because no matter how flattering, 38 year old women do not normally stay in the pediatrics ward, in rooms festooned with Cinderella stickers and Mickey mouse. [...]
3 Comments » - Posted in stuff stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Tuesday, August 24th, 2010
through a glass darkly
when you meet my kids, you will note – without fail – that they resemble their father. if you are like most people, you will offer a slightly sympathetic laugh, a nod that acknowledges the long months i spent carrying them only to have them pop out entirely HIS. i will nod back, smiling, helpless [...]
21 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff by bon
Monday, August 16th, 2010
the best minds of my generation, naked
i always wanted to be a Beat, a bohemian. instead, suddenly i find myself in the Business section of the bookstore, just an aisle over from Philosophy. i hunker down, intent, studying the titles on the shelves with the rabid eyes of a shark looking to game the casino. i am giving myself a personal, [...]
40 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,social media meta stuff,writing stuff by bon
Wednesday, August 11th, 2010
i’s the b’y that catches the fish
*In the Irish Fenian Cycle, the hero Finn McCool gains all the knowledge in the world when his mentor, the poet Finnegas, catches the fabled salmon of wisdom. The boy is helping Finnegas cook the fish over a fire when a drop of fat burns young Finn’s thumb. he lifts his thumb to his mouth, [...]
19 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff,milestone stuff,pondering stuff by bon
Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010
writers in a dangerous time
it ought to be easy. i wake up and remember that i am in no rush. i remain prone a little longer, half-adrift, one eye pried open to smile at the small child thisclose to my face. today is the first day of the rest of my life, i intone, under my breath. morning dragon [...]
32 Comments » - Posted in social media meta stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Wednesday, July 28th, 2010
harvest
in the backyard, there is a box. six feet by three, two feet deep. in it, a jungle. i eye it nervously. last spring, when Dave’s father built these garden boxes for us and delivered them, Dave told Oscar we’d grow lettuce, and tomatoes, and wax beans. and cucumbers. oh, the cucumbers, he promised. visions of [...]
29 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff by bon
Wednesday, July 21st, 2010
at the red light
it was this morning, after i dropped the kids off. i pulled up at the stoplight just a second too late to coast through the grace period left behind in the wake of a turn signal. i was too busy cursing out the dawdler ahead who had damned me to a whole forty-five seconds of [...]
76 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,milestone stuff by bon
Thursday, July 15th, 2010
Anne of Green Gables, never change
i am in the doorway, saying goodnight. i blow kisses and, to stem the inevitable Mommy! i want to tell you one more thing! i begin to sing. the song is a direct result of the chapter book Oscar and i have started this week, his first ever. Anne of Green Gables. it is his [...]
21 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff by bon
Thursday, July 8th, 2010
i got some things that are beautiful
we went away for a week and i was mostly offline and i did not die. yes, gather round, all ye internet hordes, and quiver at my testimony. i unplugged and lived to tell the tale. here’s the shocking part: it was easy. hell, i didn’t even flop around on the ground like a dying [...]
28 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,social media meta stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Wednesday, June 30th, 2010
for Emilie, wherever i may find her
she was six the last time i saw her. the younger of two little girls, she had gold-brown hair, big gold-brown eyes. she liked storybooks and swings and made me an initiate into the world of Dora the Explorer. when i visited, she and i and her older sister drove Barbie convertibles and painted toenails [...]
