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Tuesday, January 24th, 2012
these are my hands, turning forty years old
i watched the clock turn to midnight last night after everyone was asleep and i petted the cat and i thought, there it is. 12:00am, January 24th. Lordy, lordy, look who’s forty. *** forty is the number that has no clear connection to the girl who never quite wanted to grow up and become a […]
34 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,pondering stuff by bon
Tuesday, January 17th, 2012
forward
seven years ago tonight i landed – in the middle of a snowstorm – back in PEI. for good, it seems, or for the long run, though i could not have predicted that, back then. back then, i wasn’t used to staying in the same country more than a few months. i own condiments now […]
30 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,milestone stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Monday, January 9th, 2012
the first rule of mommyblogging is: you don’t talk about mommyblogging
when i first knew Dave, he was a cocky 22 year old with a scruffy black notebook always in hand. i asked him once – because my own writing was then so closeted i turned pink anytime i cracked the spine on my journal – what he wanted to write for. did he have an end in […]
47 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,social media meta stuff by bon
Friday, December 30th, 2011
wash teeth if any: or welcome, End Times
so 2011, you’ve been a good year. a very good year, really. if i were a Sinatra, ripe with mellifluous tones and suave Rat Pack suits, this would be the “very good year” of song and story. screw seventeen. high school graduation and cheap alcool are only so much to croon about; thirty-nine was actually […]
24 Comments » - Posted in issue stuff,milestone stuff by bon
Saturday, December 24th, 2011
’twas the night before Christmas
see, it can be hard work being a believer in our house. questions, questions all the time. but you gotta give the kid credit for trying. if you celebrate tonight, Merry Christmas. if you don’t, but you hear some reindeer tonight who might be looking for food, send ’em our way. Oscar’s got ’em covered.
7 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff by bon
Monday, December 19th, 2011
the war on Christmas: on privilege and presents
last week, in the midst of going on about class and education on the theoryblog, i waded blindly into a Twitter fracas about privilege. i was befuddled. i’ve noticed lately that people seem to reaaaaally dislike the idea of privilege. as in, violently resent it. and possibly want to throw tomatoes at it. (not to […]
30 Comments » - Posted in issue stuff,smitten stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Friday, December 9th, 2011
the bungalow
“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter […]
75 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,milestone stuff,stuff to buy by bon
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011
the terrible horrible no-good not-really-bad birthday
the day started innocently enough. a few minutes before seven, in the warm bed. oblivion. then a small beaming face barreling in from the darkness, arms laden with stuffed animals. behind him, the pitter patter of smaller feet, a smaller face, a smaller armload of companions. a bed party. presents opened. a giant coffee mug […]
13 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,relationship stuff,the home project by bon
Wednesday, November 16th, 2011
the end of happily ever after
Oh how I wish I were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me, I’d still have two of the same to live But nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal, as specks of dust we’re universal To let this love survive would be the greatest gift that we could give. – The Indigo Girls […]
32 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,relationship stuff,the home project by bon
Monday, November 7th, 2011
the thing that sucks about parenthood
domestic scene: evening. Oscar, pretending to be a busker. actually, he says he wants to be a bucker. my mind runs through a stream of adolescent obscenities before the waving guitar gives him away. ah. bussss-ker, i intone. not, uh, never mind. he is shirtless with his tiny guitar in the kitchen, one knee up […]
