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Friday, August 26th, 2011
you have too much stuff
yeh, you. really. you. okay, fine, not you. but you. and you. and me. We Have Too Much Stuff. all of us. i know this because last night i sucked half a century of dirt and dog hair into my lungs, and as God is my witness, before i expire from some dread disease caused […]
30 Comments » - Posted in issue stuff,social media meta stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Thursday, August 18th, 2011
King Solomon probably had a sister
when we came back from California, the kids – courtesy of their grandparents – met us at the airport. it is a tiny airport, smaller even than Charlottetown’s. no pretense of gates: they were standing by the chain link fence as we descended on to the tarmac. i heard the shouts of Mommy! from the […]
31 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff by bon
Monday, August 15th, 2011
clan
Dave at Davestock, a photo by o&poecormier on Flickr. the beach is in front of him, sunset pink over the mountains of the opposite shore. the water is glass, the beach, pebbles. old tree stumps gnarl and twist in the bonfire. his parents’ fishing shed is visible behind him. the cottage, replete with antlers, looms […]
23 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,relationship stuff,the home project by bon
Thursday, August 11th, 2011
how to bring your spouse to BlogHer
California was mythical, even in reality. San Diego was a whirl of sunshine and parties and fish tacos. i don’t eat fish. i almost never stay up for 24 hours dancing and talking about porn and philosophy with people i’ve never met before. i don’t often read my own words to crowds of thousands, or […]
39 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff,social media meta stuff,the home project by bon
Monday, August 1st, 2011
passport
my grandmother’s passport, WWII, a photo by o&poecormier on Flickr. when my grandmother was not quite nineteen years old, she married a boy from the farm down the road. she was a country girl, a second daughter of four. she did not get a honeymoon. she got a passport, expedited. a few weeks after the […]
30 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff by bon
Tuesday, July 26th, 2011
death, and why the Stoics have it wrong
it is everywhere, Norway and the horn of Africa and Amy Winehouse. we are such fragile creatures, in the end. we scrabble, empty-handed, to connect. we fall like paper dolls, and we are dismayed to discover – over and over again – that death is always with us. the ancient Stoic Seneca wrote an essay […]
19 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,stuff to be done,the home project by bon
Monday, July 18th, 2011
the most dangerous game, Green Gables edition
kids, start saving your pennies for a trip to PEI, Extreme Adventure-style. oh, you might think a Saturday afternoon of old-fashioned races with Nannie and Anne of Green Gables is rather ho-hum. you might think you’re too cool for that. watch and learn. first, pick an ancient potato sack. get in it. line up with […]
15 Comments » - Posted in stuff to be done,the home project by bon
Tuesday, July 12th, 2011
the sweater
it’s Friday night, July, and we’re in the backyard with visiting friends. a warm evening, for here, but settling into dampness as the sun slides off into deep blue. he comes out with a sweater on, a plain grey knit crewneck, roomy and soft. mine. one of the oldest items of clothing i still own, […]
20 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff,the home project by bon
Monday, July 4th, 2011
she ain’t heavy
we don’t call her princess. but when her little feet get weary in the Canada Day Parade, he treats her like one. happy long summer weekend, North America. we’re up to our ears in real princes & princesses here in PEI. hope you’ve got your feet up just like Posey.
10 Comments » - Posted in smitten stuff,the home project by bon
Monday, June 27th, 2011
the addictite
it is late on a Sunday night and i’m beached on the couch, weary and bloated and wracked with mild – if transient – anxiety about the state of the world and my place in it. business as usual, with hormones. Dave Skypes me from the other room, on the other side of the French […]
