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Friday, February 13th, 2009
i hate fish, even the bug kind
the year i was in seventh grade my mom and i moved across town. we’d lived on the second floor of an old century house, all slant ceilings and mysterious cupboards, most of my childhood. the elderly couple who owned the place and lived below were like grandparents to me…but the street was an oasis […]
20 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff by bon
Sunday, February 8th, 2009
shed
and then sometimes it just all builds up and the urge to run, to outdistance, unfetter, leaves me shaking. i live in the nexus of family and old friends, in the town where i grew up, the town where, sometimes, i feel smallest. the sidewalks testify to memories three decades old and to go out […]
21 Comments » - Posted in stuff stuff by bon
Friday, February 6th, 2009
happily ever after
one of those weeks without enough coffee in the world. 3 am, 4 am, 5 am, 6 am, and 7 am all witnessed on the clock by my bleary eyes. sleep training feels like one big irony from here, a joke concocted by sadists. training me to do without sleep, is apparently what the fine […]
31 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff,smitten stuff by bon
Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009
groundhog day, again
there appears to have been a rip in the space-time continuum because both my children are currently sleeping. in the daytime. in their beds. lest you think i exaggerate the rarity of this blessed event let me explain that the younger one is just learning to nap like a civilized infant whilst the elder one […]
34 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,relationship stuff by bon
Wednesday, January 28th, 2009
subject run, subject redux, subject at rest
i went to bed last night with a conversation i couldn’t speak aloud running through my head. my OB – or rather, my former OB, as Dave, my mother, and various medical professionals have begged me to swear that i am never, ever putting anyone through another of my “special” pregnancies – has become something […]
49 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,social media meta stuff,stuff stuff by bon
Saturday, January 24th, 2009
my birthday pressssent
Originally uploaded by o&poecormier a year ago this morning, i woke up well before dawn in a tidy brown English hotel with jet lag and a faint gin headache, more from lack of sleep than excess of indulgence. i’d been circumspect, but careful. i crept into the deco-tiled bathroom and pulled a thin plastic package […]
42 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff by bon
Thursday, January 22nd, 2009
at the age of 37
this past Saturday morning i woke up to a washing machine that had given up the ghost and gone to appliance heaven in the middle of a load of dirty diapers. very dirty diapers. apparently the washing machine rapture was unable to wait for my childrens’ poop to complete the rinse cycle. this coming Saturday […]
35 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Thursday, January 15th, 2009
a love that dare not speak its name
(…or rather, love by one who cannot speak.) you have your first crush, daughter. on your brother. (ahem…it’s true, that’s not as unusual as it ought to be ’round here. we have entire towns in these parts where only two or three last names can be found on the mailboxes…we’re, uh, like royalty that way, […]
20 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff,smitten stuff by bon
Monday, January 12th, 2009
speeding
they are getting bigger. nothing odd in this and really, it shouldn’t come as news. they’re children. the job of children appears to be to grow (or to clutter one’s household, interrupt one’s sleep, and use up one’s extra income that one otherwise wasn’t sure what to do with. either way). but it feels as […]
22 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,smitten stuff by bon
Wednesday, January 7th, 2009
my favourite deadly sin is gluttony
i’ve been thinking a lot about food lately. two separate flu bugs in the first three days of 2009 actually started the year off with weight loss, for once. worry not. i’ve made up for it since…those Christmas chocolates were at risk of spoilage. food is my crutch, my weak spot, my pleasure, though we […]
