WHAT WAS NOW– following around Jane Bunnett

This email showed up in my inbox on Feb. 16. From: Ajay Heble Date: Wed, Feb 16, 2011 at 8:28 PM Subject: job with ICASP? To: Dawn Matheson ICASP | MUSAGETES IMPROVISER-IN-RESIDENCE PROJECT Dear Dawn, I hope this note finds you well. I’m writing to see whether you might be interested in considering taking on some short term work with…

Making Do: A Depression Woman’s Cookbook

This is an article I wrote some time ago about the amazing Guelphite, Rita Porter (Coady), who died last year at 104. She was one of the heroes at the front lines during The Depression: a homemaker. This was a time when life literally spun on a dime, when the battle cry was “use it up, wear it out, make…

Bedtime for Bozo (me)

My boy and I are lying in bed talking about life. This is such a treasured time for me. He’s growing up so fast, which, right now, feels like growing away. He needs me less, which, yeah, yeah, is a good thing, I know, but not easy for a mom. Roots and wings, baby, roots and wings: the two essentials…

So Much Depends Upon

Below is an old blog post from a site for a larger project called One Mile Square. It tells the story of my contributions to a a community art project run by the Musagetes Foundation. I was an artist commissioned to create a local project. I chose to work with Cheryl Turner, a great Guelph woman whom I met at…

My Blog from Guelph’s Bookshelf

Dawn Matheson blogs for The Bookshelf The Bookshelf Open Writing Room (Mondays 9 a.m. – 12 p.m.) It’s been a year since I’ve written anything, save a sloppy email, a saucy Facebook update. Nothing worth nothing. I’d had a writing practice once. I’ve romanticized it now, I know. I’m aching for it. Truly aching to write about something I care…

the mud ball factory

While other kids are at goalie camp, karate camp, and saultos gymnastics camp, our kids are engaged in factory labour. Production takes place in the gravel section of our backyard where worker Auguste digs down deep with her fingers for dirt to be dunked  into a glass vase full of water. She squeezes and forms the balls of mud to…

Back washed by baby.

Auguste and I take baths together. Kind of our thing. She likes them hot; my other can only take luke warm which I find unpleasant: sitting in murky wetness. Auguste’s latest greatest excitement is the hair growing on her legs. She explains it, I’m growing up so the hair is coming in. At three, this is a great source of…

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