Game Face Too I didn't realize how long he'd been wearing it until it was too late. Mom didn't believe the oncologist. She said Dad must have been poisoned. Until he outgrew it, I didn't realize how long he'd been wearing it - for all of us. Dad left his game face behind. Sometimes, I try it on for size. Sometimes, its the only thing that fits. Bonnie J. Toomey © 2015 Blogger, essayist, and columnist, Bonnie Toomey ruminates myriad issues facing … [Read more...]
Guest Post: Bonnie J. Toomey, “Mother of You”
Mother of You I am the goddess of lasagna, says my son. I think about this as I layer the marinara and ricotta over sheets of noodle, hopeful I’m able to live up to his praise. I don’t know what makes me look up, peripheral vision, perhaps some womb-like instinct, the pull between two places in proximity - But the forms are there in the open, white-chested dancers, tawny, sloping necks, intent on food. I leave … [Read more...]