Author Archives: bonnevivantelife
Slackers
I hate it when this happens. I think I’m all sorts of smart, like I’m on to something, and then Bam. I’m reminded I’m not so smart after all, and I may have actually been doing this all wrong. I, … Continue reading
Little Miss Perfect
At the end of each school day, I ask the kids several questions that I hope maximizes my chances of getting real answers, meaty answers, answers with depth and intel. I ask them things like Who made them laugh? Who … Continue reading
Please Don’t Feed the Animals
Life for my kids is very different than when I was growing up. I won’t even count the differences. But I will tell you, I’ve had it with snacks. It is impossible in this country to go more than two … Continue reading
Doppler Radar Forecast of Life
“What’s the weather going to be like today?” The Boy asks as he gets dressed in the morning. “Calls for a chance of rain, supposed to be warm,” I say. He walks to the car in a heavy sweatshirt and … Continue reading
Get the Party Started
I went home for an impromptu weekend visit when I discovered my mother was not doing well with additional medical issues. One morning, my sister and I took the kids to a bakery owned by a fairly famous pastry chef. … Continue reading
Connecting the Dots
I’ve only recently felt I deserved to claim I am a writer. It’s a tenuous claim, because when people ask what I write, I tell them I write a blog. Many people dismiss this as not really being a writer, … Continue reading
Forever Friends
My heart plummeted and I let out an audible sigh as I turned the corner and saw the For Sale sign in their front yard. I knew this day was coming. I was happy for our dear friends as they … Continue reading
How Can You Mend a Broken Heart
How do you heal a broken heart, a friend ponders painfully. First, one must let go of the beloved one. Sounds simple, but what does that mean really? Well, the obvious things are you stop seeing the person. You stop … Continue reading
Beggars Can’t Be Choosers
“Please. Don’t do this. Don’t go,” I said softly. No, I begged softly. I tried not to beg loudly because that’s unbecoming. But my pleas were in fact begging. Because I knew if he walked out that door that night, … Continue reading
Marriage Salad
I was the last of my friends to get married, and the first of my friends to get divorced. I do tend to do things ass-backwards. So I don’t know how much stock anyone wants to put into my advice … Continue reading