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Friday, December 31st, 2010
so i turned myself to face me
the rumours are true: David Bowie and i celebrated our twenty-fifth anniversary this past week. for Christmas 1985, i requested and received the ChangesOneBowie album on tape. in the week that followed, i played that poor, beleaguered tape over and over and over. and i fell deeply, incontrovertibly in love. i’d already liked him, in […]
22 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,relationship stuff by bon
Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010
letter from Santa
dear Oscar, dear Posey… this is your mother speaking. you won’t fully remember this Christmas, not either of you, not yet. (hell, neither will i. in this life you never fully remember anything, my sweets. especially when you start Christmas day off with Baileys in your coffee. take that one from your old mother.) by […]
19 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff,smitten stuff by bon
Friday, December 17th, 2010
victory
i made it. the fall unfolded and i unravelled and i began to think i couldn’t do it. i started to fantasize a deus ex machina, some magical absolution which would excuse me from having to continue the round-the-clock, seven-days-weekly slog through assignments and research reports and statistics and paid work, all with deadlines squeezing […]
18 Comments » - Posted in school stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Monday, November 29th, 2010
the memory palace
six years ago today was a Monday, just like today. i lived halfway around the world then, in a little dot on the South Korean map that housed a million people. the end of November is crisp, there, too, though it was not snowy. the andoul – the in-floor heat that races under the linoleum […]
32 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,mama-baby stuff,pregnancy stuff by bon
Wednesday, November 24th, 2010
Pandora’s box
last night i was at yoga with my mom. (the above sentence entertains the ever-lovin’ crap out of me. part of me wants to wrap it up in shiny paper and turn it this way and that, like a spaceship that fell from the sky, because yoga with my mom sounds so pleasantly suburban and […]
30 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff,milestone stuff,social media meta stuff by bon
Sunday, November 7th, 2010
witness
one word. i think a lot about branding. not in the skeevy marketing sense where i wonder if you’d buy more chicken nuggets if just the right charming cartoon chicken came along to sing the praises of eating her, piece by tiny form-pressed piece. for me, branding is just walking around with clothes on, the […]
42 Comments » - Posted in social media meta stuff,writing stuff by bon
Tuesday, November 2nd, 2010
landing
the plane guts and dips, sailing in through the headwinds like a drunk girl in unfamiliar heels. i am in the twelfth row, the hind end of a glorified sardine can. out the rounded rectangle of my window, the earth lurches toward us at strange angles. my stomach tries to grab hold of something solid. […]
36 Comments » - Posted in pregnancy stuff,social media meta stuff by bon
Tuesday, October 26th, 2010
i have seen the elephant
for a couple of hours yesterday, i picked myself out of the crumbs and the bookpile on the couch, and pretended to be their mother. there’s nothing i love so much as a Hallowe’en party. i mean, i like being there. i like pumpkins and candy and especially that toffee stuff that makes your teeth […]
23 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff,milestone stuff by bon
Friday, October 15th, 2010
the water is wide
i dream i am on a boat, an exile. you are the shore. you are getting smaller. i pinch my fingers around the image of your head, smiling at the optics, playful in my powerlessness. i do not believe my voice will carry across the water. i nod to the ache of it. sand swallowed, […]
30 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff,mama-baby stuff by bon
Thursday, October 14th, 2010
the education box: three things i think
i am four weeks into grad school. again. i’m a big, galumphing dragon in a small box. you’d think four years of writing blog posts would’ve taught me to churn out little papers like a confetti machine. you’d think fifteen years as an editor and writing teacher would make it natural to graciously receive grades […]
