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Monday, February 21st, 2011
the cottage
we nearly bought land yesterday. late Saturday night and we play the what-if game of MLS, of possible worlds. our dreams are tame, these days. he wants land, insurance against a food supply falsely propped up. i want water, the tracks of sandy feet on summer grass. seventy-three acres, near a picturesque harbour. twenty-five minutes […]
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Monday, February 14th, 2011
the un-Valentine
Daddy, by Oscar Valentine’s Day embarrasses me. it’d be too much to say that i hate it. i don’t hate it. i like chocolate too much to expend any energy actually hating prefabricated holidays. but it makes me blush and freeze up, confused. i avert my eyes. me? nah, you can’t be talking to ME. […]
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Friday, February 11th, 2011
the tantrum chronicles
she is almost exactly half his age. this occurs to me as they are going to sleep. bedtime is a bit of a cacophony these days, punctuated by singing, bouncing, and shouts of Mamaaaa!! from the smaller one. we made a mistake, one night, a month or so back. we broke the cardinal rule. we […]
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Monday, February 7th, 2011
every day i write the book
it’s been in the bottom of a drawer for years. a little black notebook, scuffed and coffee-stained, with seemingly random pages bearing notes, lists, traces of stories. some pages are torn out. i imagine their scraps handed off like gifts, late at night, to people i’ve mostly never met. when i first knew him, the […]
18 Comments » - Posted in the home project,writing stuff by bon
Monday, January 31st, 2011
but the earth and sky
once, i thought we were a matched set of shoes, toes pointing together. the bloom is off the rose. he is a cowboy boot, i see it now. or maybe a brogue, stitched and sewn in ways that will never match my own. but still i admire the curve of a heel, the shape of […]
27 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff,the home project by bon
Monday, January 24th, 2011
gifts
our first Christmas together, he bought me the hat. i never wanted diamonds. or perfume, or whatever was supposed to make me feel cherished. those proper things always made me feel inept, party to an exchange that was somehow utterly unrelated to any of the things i valued about myself. but a patchwork velvet top […]
36 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,stuff to buy,the home project by bon
Saturday, January 22nd, 2011
once were warriors
we were rushing our way through the half-abandoned mall to Oscar’s speech appointment upstairs. he was fifty feet away at the coffee shop table, his white shock of hair sticking straight up. everyone has a visual imprint, a way of walking or sitting, the cock of a head, the way a hand punctuates speech. my […]
29 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,relationship stuff by bon
Monday, January 17th, 2011
himself
he starts a new job, today. or at least a new position, with a right official title: Manager, Web Communications & Innovations, UPEI. a “real” job, my mother would say. she and i, who’ve both worked all our lives, have never quite had one. i’m going to call him “Guv’nor.” or just “Sir.” i think […]
29 Comments » - Posted in milestone stuff,stuff to be done,the home project by bon
Monday, January 10th, 2011
the home project
…i think he’s wondering how he got here from there. on a May night almost ten years ago after a copious quantity of liquor, i doubt he looked at me and thought, “now, THERE’s a woman i can play dolls with early on a Sunday morning ten years hence. before we even get any coffee. […]
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Thursday, January 6th, 2011
epiphany and breach
i am lying on the couch, nestled up against my laptop, as usual. the almost-white light of a January morning spills in and floods the room and i stop and turn to it. i shift onto my back and stretch my spine. if i could purr, i would. i seldom see this room, though my […]
