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Saturday, January 2nd, 2010
o pioneers
a new year. we pass on the highway, separate units in our similar orbits, packed lock, stock, and barrels of monkeys into the little worlds that are our vehicles. a thousand holiday travellers, all hurtling past. we are invisible to each other, each on our own personal trajectories. voices chatter and sing, slightly off-key. the […]
23 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff by bon
Monday, December 21st, 2009
promises to keep
…My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. *** …These woods are lovely, dark and deep But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep. – Robert […]
33 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff by bon
Monday, December 14th, 2009
a wonderful life
we come home to a mailbox straight from central casting – all holiday flyers and cheer, so full that the top is flipped open and the envelopes dusted with snow. i drag and pull and one letter sticks, too wide for the narrow passage meant only, apparently, for business-sized communications. a Christmas card. we did […]
77 Comments » - Posted in stuff to be done by bon
Thursday, December 10th, 2009
the first cut is the deepest
i have this suspicion i don’t talk about in polite company. i don’t say it aloud. i don’t say it aloud because i hear you lurking in the cloakroom, you cackling voices of tweenage doom & gloom. these are the easy days! you caution, glorying in your foreknowledge of the horrors awaiting us, we who […]
27 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff by bon
Sunday, December 6th, 2009
i’d like to thank my sponsors
they say you can’t win if you don’t play. i’m at the Canadian Blog Awards, this year: http://cdnba.wordpress.com/. thanks to Neil & Mad & possibly some other complimentary soul, i’m nominated in three categories: Best Overall Blog, Best Personal Blog, & Best Family Blog. i’m in damn good company. and so i need some votes. like, […]
11 Comments » - Posted in stuff to be done by bon
Sunday, November 29th, 2009
yes, Virginia
darkness in late November comes at 5 o’clock. we four emerge into the damp gloom, make our way to the end of the block where the street is cordoned off. we are bundled within an inch of our lives, ridiculously so given the unseasonal warmth, the threatening rain. little family throngs are gathered already, waiting, […]
27 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff by bon
Tuesday, November 24th, 2009
excuses
it is nearly the end of term. the skies grow gray, the days grow short. the exam looms. and for students – hell, for me – dragging one’s carcass out of bed to come to class gets harder and harder. teachers are a vast repository of entertaining if specious excuses for missed classes. we hear it […]
22 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff,stuff stuff by bon
Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
the fire escape
they were shorter than i remembered. coming home to a three-year-old and a one-year-old is a like entering a fun-house mirror. in your mind, these tiny creatures who whip your sorry ass out of bed at ungodly hours and spend half their waking moments trying to boss you into oblivion just seem…taller, somehow. they are […]
32 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff,pondering stuff,school stuff by bon
Thursday, November 5th, 2009
here it comes again
i lean against a toyshelf that was once a changing table in a playroom that still contains within it an office. a child clambers over me and a sippy cup drips rice milk into the suit i never bothered to change after work, while the other child beats my head cheerfully with a hairbrush. brush mommy’s hair […]
22 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,relationship stuff by bon
Saturday, October 31st, 2009
sleight of hand
Wednesday. i am on my knees under the high chair wiping up sludge that was once food for what feels like the twelfth time today even though i’ve only been IN my home awake for perhaps three hours of an already long day. it feels like a yoke, this constant cycle of menial drudge stuff. […]
