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Lists upon Lists

Guten morgen, everyone!

Today’s the day in which I compose my Christmas list. While I won’t tell you everything that I want (because it’s more of a want than a need), I do really like reading and knitting.

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Thanksgiving Day

Good evening, everyone!

Thanksgiving was 2 days ago. I got to spend the entire day with my family: my mom, my dad, and my sister. (Normally, we spend Thanksgiving with my grandparents, but refrained from doing so this year due to Covid ramping up in my home state.)

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It’s been a while…

Hello, again! (Blows dust off the screen.)

It’s been a while, I realize. Lately, I’ve been getting used to the busy season at work. (I cashier at my local Target.) I’ve been doing my best to catch up on my book reviews, since I’m reading so much so relatively fast. I’m still just as passionate about books and entering new character’s lives as ever as I hurtle towards my reading goal of 40 out of 30 books on Goodreads.

Bullet journaling is my new passion, and while I may not be as talented as some, I still do my best to integrate creativity into my bujo. (This year’s bullet journal is going really well, better than my first attempt in 2018.)

I’m also falling back in love with podcasts. I’m currently finishing up “Nice White Parents,” which is a five-part series done by the New York Times about the struggle to achieve racial integration in one New York school–and the white parents that influence the decisions in this particular school. It’s gotten praise and criticism in its reviews, but for me (as the oldest daughter of two educators) I find this podcast interesting.

I’m looking forward to Thanksgiving, where I’ll be spending quality time with my immediate family. We are still very much up in the air about whether or not we’ll actually be going to my grandparents. Still, my family and I plan to be safe no matter what during this tremulous time.

What’s new with you?

Please stay safe,

Meghan B.

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Who am I?

I ask,
& you tell me:
I’m your oldest & dearest friend,
I’m a reader, a singer, & a mathematician.

When I wake in the night,
(disoriented, drenched in sweat)
you’re there to hold me,
reminding me that you’re here,
& remind me that it’s over, it’s over, it’s over—

In these moments,
when I’m running (wildly) lost along a dirt road,
you call my name,
drawing me back onto the correct gravel path,
drawing me back into myself:
You’re the guiding lamp leading me home.

As I follow your words—
the bobbing light in front of me—
I come back to myself:

I am Jude St. Francis.
I am your boyfriend.
I was treated horribly & came out on the other end.
Most importantly, I was always me.

If I am Jude, then…
Who are you?
I ask,
& you tell me:

I am Willem Ragnarrson
& I will never let you go.

M.B.B.
10/4/2020 (edited & expanded upon 10/5)

Notes: This is one of my favorite scenes from A Little Life. When Jude, who is plagued by nightmares, wakes up disoriented, he “wakes so far from himself that he can’t remember who he is.” Willem, his boyfriend, chants “him back to himself.” (Pgs. 607-608, Kindle version.) The italicized lines are either directly from this scene, or paraphrased slightly to fit the poem. As always, thanks for reading!

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#weekendcoffeeshare Oct. 2-4

Happy weekend! Happy October!

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written on my blog. I’ve been pretty busy at work, and my reading schedule has increased since I started using the wonderful library app, Libby.

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Morning Pages

I like to do morning pages because it helps me suss out my thoughts, especially when I’m working on my blog posts—or my current fantasy novel. 

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Ommwriter

Hello there! Today will be a great day, and here’s why:

Today, I started using an app called Ommwriter. 

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#Imgratefulfor

Here are three things I’m grateful for in my life right now:

  1. my amazing family
  2. my good friends & my boyfriend
  3. my sweet Golden-girl Retrievers Bentley & Charlie

My family has helped pump me up when I’m down, has encouraged me to be myself & believed in my writing skills & my passion for books since I was a little girl.

My close friends & my boyfriend are a great source of entertainment. We’re all on the same page, & I’ve recently become closer to my boyfriend’s friends. We support & help each other when difficulties arise, & like to hang out on Discord together.

My dogs love me up & help me stay active. They love to be by our small pack, & keep me busy as well.

What are three things you’re grateful for right now?

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Airbending

Bending the air while doing breathing exercises is a struggle:
If I can bend the other three elements so well,
why can’t I airbend?

Listening & seeing trouble ahead is a big problem for me:
I bend before I speak,
using my muscles before I think (sometimes)
I know I’m young & brash,
but that’s just who I am right now.

Tenzin says I have to listen & then weigh my options,
which is a gift given to too few people.
He says I need to flow like the wind, move like the air—
I’ll figure it out someday,
I’ll learn to move with the wind at my side,
tangoing with the air.

M.B.B.
8/2/10
(modified & edited 7/18/2020)


And when you think how much she struggled to learn how to airbend ...
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Reichenbach Fall

If only everyone could successfully fake their own death,
just like Sherlock does in “The Reichenbach Fall,”
we wouldn’t have to worry about dying.

The pavement would be splattered with fake Halloween blood,
& your tears would mirror my tears of poorly-timed laughter.

If only I hadn’t watched Requiem for a Dream
the seedy drug underbelly filling my mind—
if only I hadn’t thought I could subject myself to dark narratives,
but my head whispered to me, “You can handle it.
You’re already full of dark thoughts, go for it.”

Now, I press my head against to metal of my lofted bed & sob.
I’m still childish in freshly grown adult skin,
& need to find ways to put on my adult suit & dress slacks.

My favorite kinds of characters have always suffered:
Sherlock, Jude St. Francis—
That’s why I’m drawn to Sherlock, to Jude.
They pretend to be removed from their emotions,
from their humanity,
but they are actually becoming more human every day,
thanks to John & to Willem.

I miss you, my friends.
Know that I am well
& trying my best to stay afloat in this new sea.
I wish you weren’t gone.
Let’s have dinner sometime.

M.B.B.
9/17/13
(edited 7/17/2020)

Please note: This is an old poem from college. It doesn’t reflect my current mood or state of mind. I’m doing so much better! I do, however, appreciate how far I’ve come in my mental state & the time capsule it represents. (I still am drawn to Sherlock & Jude St. Francis, though.) I do not think that we should fake our own deaths. It’s cruel & unnecessary to our loved ones. I’ve spruced up this poem, because it’s old & needed to be dusted off.

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ADD Superpower

I have ADD
but it catches
the red feathers of birds in the trees,
& the kaleidoscope of colors in the grass, the golden fur of my dogs,
& the ideas swirling around my mind

I have ADD
& I sympathize
with other people’s lives
I know what it’s like to live on the outside
of the inner circle,
the huddle of people who think you’re weird
if you’re wired differently
(like your wires are colored blue & red to their green & orange)

I may have ADD
but I can rap my poetry
like I wrap yarn around my knitting needles—
I carve out my words with care,
my handwriting hieroglyphics
once as solid as the Dead Sea Scrolls

I have ADD
that sets me free to fly from my cocoon,
my spotted wings collecting early morning dew

Having ADD
isn’t like seeing squirrels in the trees,
but dragons perched on the branches,
lounging like panthers,
smoke curling from their scaled nostrils

M.B.B.
7/13/2020

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Legacy. What is a legacy?

It’s bonsai seedlings planted during your lifetime, see
it’s words written for a treaty
it’s mike-drops before your cabinet,
a plan to get through to Congress

my legacy is in words,
tattooed onto my wrists, black words upon my white flesh

it’s fighting endlessly
for publishers go-ahead to the printing press

it’s waking up early & writing morning pages,
I guess

drink a cup of tea
then maybe write a few sentences

I write for the sunrise,
I wait for the next mental plot surprise

& I, only 29, write my own poems,
you can’t write mine

M.B.B.
7/8/2020

Note: some lines are inspired by the musical Hamiltion.

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Why I Write LGBTQ+ Characters

LGBTQ pride flag
  1. While I am not a person who identifies as LGBTQ+, I do identify as an ally. I’m very passionate about LGBTQ+ rights, and read and think about these issues a great deal.
  2. I have friends who are LGBTQ+. I fully love and support every one of them.

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4th of July

My whole life I’ve celebrated the Fourth of July as a day of freedom. Today, July 3rd, I watched a moving reminder by Daveed Diggs based on Frederick Douglass’ “What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?”

Here’s the article that features Daveed Digg’s spoken-word piece.


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Yakisoba Supper!

Chicken yakisoba from the site Cooking Classy.

From the site Cooking Classy: “Chicken Yakisoba is sure to satisfy those Asian food cravings! It’s a delicious Japanese noodle dish that’s packed with chicken and veggies and tossed with a simple, flavorful sauce. Easy enough for weeknights but delicious enough to serve to guests on the weekend!”

Last night, my sister Abbie and I made yakisoba! Yakisoba is a comfort dish from Japan, and is a mixture of spaghetti and stir fry all rolled into one. You’ve got noodles, vegetables, and various sauces to spice things up. It’s a delicious noodle dish.