Lime and mini with navy piping. For the junior-high dance, I set it off with gold fishnet tights, chunky heel shoes. I felt eighth-grade in even though I had skipped seventh and lived in England for s… more →
(In)Decisive Moments: Waiting for Cassisbgblogging wrote 1 year ago: Lime and mini with navy piping. For the junior-high dance, I set it off with gold fishnet tights, ch … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: I have gauzy memories of my very young mother smoking out on our back patio, with college friends, d … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: That year my mother collected awkward things as we crisscrossed Europe, kids in the back, father lod … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: “On Storms” Driving across the flat bones of Saskatchewan, you knew you could make the M … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: Growing up, I envied country kids, faces to the window, exploring the mysteries of school-bus cultur … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: Grapefruit, kumquat, orange, calamondin, lemon: I could mark my life in marmalades– my mother … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: I’m okay about stethoscopes. Really. Our childhood doctor arrived with his breadbox of a black … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: 2/27 Again, our tutors came up with a great exercise, this one meant to push us towards some of the … more →