Linda Bayley

18Jan 2021 by Linda Bayley

False Dichotomies

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was a bowling champion. Actually, she was pretty awesome at just about everything she did: she was a champion, in general. But it started at the bowling alley. I remember the beginning. One Saturday morning when I was eight or so, my mother brought me to a tiny downtown bowling alley: Quilles Ste-Anne. The place was tiny, six lanes and five-pin only, and hard to find, built as it was in the basement of a building that sat in the middle of a parking lot behind a church. I don’t remember who handed me my first bowling ball. I do remember being taught to hold it between my spread legs and lob it down the lane with both hands. Which was,…

10Jan 2021 by Linda Bayley

Lil’ Punk Ass

Action

At first she was just a stick figure, a cardstock cutout made for a scene in an animated short in which she stands on a train track and reaches out while her father walks away from her. Her cameo was to last two or three seconds at most. Almost immediately though, she demanded more screen time. She pushed her way into another scene in the short where artwork was parading right to left: without warning there she was, marching along between two works at the end, shoving the one ahead of her when she got impatient. I told my friend Leif about this, that I hadn’t known she’d be in the scene until she showed up, and he replied, “LOL sure.” But she wasn’t supposed to be part of the…

01Jan 2021 by Linda Bayley

Worse than FOMO

Musings

A few days ago I opened and read our Christmas cards from 2018. I wish that were a typo. It's not. I also opened and read the cards sent to us in 2019. It’s not like the cards were lost. I knew exactly where they were: on the dining room table. Or, as it is affectionately known, the Bermuda Dining Table. They were all together in a plastic box from one of the many times where I tried to organize all the papers piled up there. I set them aside to read all at once, and then... what? Walked away? Forgot? I don’t know. When I finally went through the box, I was shocked to see just how long the cards had been sitting there. The shock was one thing.…

09Sep 2020 by Linda Bayley

Hand-me-down

Love, Musings

When I was a teenager, my Dad would hand-write lectures to me and pass them over to me before I got out of his car, back at my mother’s house. He would insist that I read them then and there; I couldn’t get out of the car until I did. He had to make sure that I received his wisdom. They were infuriating. They actually had the word LECTURE written across the top of each one, along with the sequence number. He really, truly, expected me to benefit from each one, and to save them, and to one day publish them all in a book. Naturally, I shredded each one into tiny bits as soon as I got inside, angry, futile tears falling onto my hands as they worked. I…

02Sep 2020 by Linda Bayley

Instamatic

Musings

Big Billy’s Belly I want to tell you about this photograph. What you’re looking at here is almost all of my Gramma, and most of my father, standing on the beach at Lake Nepawhin. The picture was taken no later than 1981 with a Kodak Instamatic X-15F, by a clearly amateur photographer. Let’s face it, it’s a terrible picture. The photographer didn’t understand that what you saw through the viewfinder was not exactly what the camera would record, or how to hold the camera so that a fingertip wouldn’t get in the way. But I love it beyond all reason. Not for what it portrays, though it is a pretty spectacular depiction of my Dad’s beer belly, which until the end of his life he declared to be “all muscle.”…

20Jul 2019 by Linda Bayley

The Granny Cart Conundrum

Musings

This morning I made a jubilant Facebook post about my granny cart: Wheeled transportation does not have to involve motors... I forgot I had this granny cart, and have been astonished by how much more independence I have now that I’m using it again. Milk and orange juice and yogurt in the same grocery run! 😁 And then, being me, the person who worries constantly about being caught in a compromising position with any ism, I had a long conversation with myself on the walk home about whether or not my post was ableist. And whether I was not, just a little bit, letting my privilege hang out. I decided that the question is not complicated, but it is complex. The first part: is this ableist? Not intentionally, but maybe?…

10Jul 2019 by Linda Bayley

Extra Censory

Action, Affirmation, Uncategorized

It's been a long time since I've come to this space. Not because I haven't had anything to say, but because I've had too much. And I've been afraid. I think I've said before that I am terrified of offending anybody, but it's even more complicated than that now. Every time I feel ready to speak, some part of my reality shifts, and I learn another new way that my world view has been incorrect all this time. And if I had spoken when I wanted to, I would have been in danger of being called out for something, any one of the isms that I am either unaware of, or don't sufficiently understand. I would be found out as someone guilty of being a bad person, and that is…

18Nov 2018 by Linda Bayley

On the deaths of heroes

Musings

I was eighteen when Isaac Asimov died. The moment that I learned of his death is still very clear in my head: I came home from school, the radio was on, and the newscaster was describing a man whose accomplishments seemed very much like those of Mr. Asimov. I started to feel shaky, and had to pull out a chair at the kitchen table to sit in while I waited for confirmation of what my gut was telling me. I remember crying, and not being able to stop. I remember my stepfather scoffing at me when he learned who the tears were for. I said, "Didn't you ever lose a hero?" He said, "You don't know what a hero is." Asimov was a giant in my life. I was a…

23Jul 2018 by Linda Bayley

Content notice

Musings

Today I read an excellent article on the writers' website Mythcreants. It was about the need for what they call Content Notices, known more commonly as Trigger Warnings. Apparently, and I didn't know this, some people scoff at the idea of warning people at the beginning of a written work that there may be unpleasant or disturbing content in what they are about to read. (These would be the people who lack empathy, and who don't understand the real danger that comes when a person is subjected to written material they weren't ready for.) Well, I don't scoff at the idea. But until I read this article, it didn't occur to me that my blog might need to be flagged with a content notice. A content notice allows a person to…

16Jul 2018 by Linda Bayley

Everything you carry

Musings

Lately I've been feeling heavy. Not just physically heavy, though there's that too. Emotionally heavy, mentally heavy, morally heavy. Imagine a sponge that has absorbed so much water that you think it can't possibly hold any more. And then plunge that sponge deep into a bucket of bilge water, and weigh it down with a brick. That's me. I am sponge heavy. Part of it is coming from the relics of my past, some of which I have already discussed here. Part of it is coming from paying attention to the media, social and mainstream. Part of it is just the daily weight of living: pulling my exhausted body out of bed, plastering a smile to my face, pretending that I am not screaming in the echo chamber of my…