Shouts And Mallomars
- New York, New York,
- November 02
- Starving Writer
- Quirky, Edgy Authoress, Phanatically Baseball Lite. Writing the great American smutty memoir. Bonnie's words can be found in places like TheFix, YourTango, Modern Love Rejects, Salon, Petside, Babble, Perils of Divorced Pauline, Newsday and NYResident. Lisa Belkin wrote about Bonnie in Motherlode and Anderson Cooper interviewed her. Follow Bonnie on Twitter: bonnieb_writer
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A Facebook friend accused me of panhandling because I kept reposting my GoFundMe.com plea seeking financial help for my sick dog. Upset at the accusation from a man I had an interest in, I couldn’t stop staring at his words. The paragraph became a humiliating mess in front of me for… Read full post »
Ferrell still needs medical care, and here is another plea for the life of my love, my dog.
My dog had a seizure, and his heart stopped for a couple of seconds. It happened, tonight, as we were preparing to leave the Kingston Emergency Animal… Read full post »
December 25 update. Ferrell at doggie Er for the night. His calcium levels are dangerously low. He needs a miracle. And I need a miracle. My boy. And gofundme.com thank you everyone.
A plea for your help...
I never write dog stories. I’m busy penning bit… Read full post »
I sold ammo for Walmart, all along thinking “Bonnie, it’s just a paycheck.” I’m such a pathetic liar. But I needed that piece of paper to survive past due to paster due. As a forty something divorced mother with a college education and a thin res… Read full post »
I am a liberal Democrat. ProChoice. ProMarriageEquality. Against the death penalty, nuclear power plants and fracking. I am voting for Mitt Romney. There. I just admitted what I’ve been grappling with for over four years. How a New York City Jewish moth… Read full post »
Which man, with salt and pepper hair, is the one for this writer?
When you got your period did your mother throw you a party?
When your daughter got her period did you throw her a party?
When I got my period, my mother took me to the gynecologist -- when I was not quite yet nine...
I never understood why when I was growing up we didn’t hang Christmas lights outside our home. It wasn’t like we were the only Jews not doing it. There were plenty of us. When I was six years old, my mother married a Lutheran man who was the superintendent of a… Read full post »
The Vegetarian and the Deer Hunters, orginally, appeared on ModernLoveRejects.com. Hunting season will be starting soon up in these areas. I, a vegetarian, forgot "Trucks" had steak and ketchup breath when we kissed. How could I answer to Bambi? What would you have done?
Chocoholic update: This writer wins the stupid award for driving through downed trees she never saw during nature's horror show to get some chocolate.
The Washington Post recently proclaimed, “Chocolate protects the heart.” It read, as I always hoped it would, t… Read full post »
The swans, geese and ducks were squawking over by the pond. As the hawks were yelling about how they wanted my 15 year old wheaten terrier, Milo, to come on over for breakfast, I walked outside with my three other dogs, the chihuahua, the beagle, the llasa cocker mix and a/… Read full post »
I drove 30 minutes to the county’s only social services office in my twenty year old Chevy that got seven miles per gallon. I nicknamed the car my “Mercedes,” feeling so down on myself that that would be the closest I would ever come to having my Benz. The Caprice was… Read full post »
I retched over the toilet and heaved a whole bunch of nothing. I slumped to the bathroom floor and watched a roach run by. As I pulled myself up, the nausea returned. I opened the window and looked out from my fourth floor tenement apartment onto Ludlow Street, heart/… Read full post »