Bonni Brodnick Blog

Major case of foot in mouth: Yammering away at a cocktail party with n’ere an obstacle in sight. I studied art and communications in college and graduated early. After only 2 1/2 years, I finished my Bachelor of Arts requirements. Big deal. I should have spent more time enjoying my college years, taking more courses, and bonding with my professors.  Jump years after graduation, and my college invited me to an alum gathering in New York City. They were looking for money, and the swankiness of this chic loft setting was a good starting point. ... Continue reading ... * As featured in "Illumination" on MEDIUM

  Hurricane Sandy was the largest Atlantic hurricane on record as measured by diameter, with tropical-storm-force winds spanning 1,150 miles. I remember standing in the back of my house in Pound Ridge. Maple trees, most over 100 years old, were literally bending against the locomotive-force gales. This article originally appeared in  HuffPost .  Hurricane Sandy In Pound Ridge, N.Y.: A Look Back One Year Later By   Bonni Brodnick, Contributor Writer, Blogger Oct 29, 2013, 10:07 AM EDT One year ago today -- October 29, 2012 -- Hurricane Sandy began its blustery tour through  Pound Ridge, New York and its sweeping devastation of the eastern seaboard. While the storm built momentum so, too, did the humanity in Pound Ridge, a small town often referred  to as "God's Country." Neighbors helped neighbors with food, water, warmth, ice and the kind of  assistance that builds a strong sense of community during times of natural disaster. The authorities' most impo...

(Taken on the FDR Drive in Manhattan) Between Prince Andrew (who never owns up to the TRUTH [see Jeffrey Epstein]), " King " Charles (whose lack of integrity is a complete joke [see how he treated Princess Diana]), and now Prime Minister Liz Truss (who duped the Honorable Queen Elizabeth & the English people [see every newspaper in the world]) . . . ENGLAND NEEDS A COMPLETE MAKEOVER.  

In preparation for the spookiness of Halloween, the "Witches on the Hudson" activity might scare the bejeezus out of any one looking on from afar.  It took place in Sleepy Hollow, New York, which goes nuts for the holiday. Remember: it's the spot where Washington Irving wrote "The Headless Horseman," an essay in his book, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." Traditional folklore holds that the Horseman was a Hessian trooper who was killed during the Battle of White Plains on the 28th of October 1776.  The famous image is of The Headless Horseman, sometimes known as the Galloping Hessian, portrayed with a pumpkin while riding his black horse. He was decapitated by American cannon fire and the shattered remains of his head were left on the battlefield.  We, however, can't get rid of the image of The Headless Horseman riding away wildly, holding a jack-o-lantern as if to say, "Nah-Nah-Nah-Boo-Boo! You thought you got me with that cannonball, but I'...

Published in The Narrative Collective Bonni Brodnick Oct 4 · 3 min read · Member-only · Listen My Stroke in the Fast Lane The Steady Flow of Gratitude Photo: Michael Kogen It was Easter Sunday morning almost five years ago. I picked up my then 86-year-old mother and was bringing her to my place for the afternoon. On the way home — while driving on an interstate highway — I had a stroke. I was fit and healthy. My face, arms, or legs didn’t suddenly feel weak or numb. I wasn’t confused, lightheaded, or dizzy. I didn’t have a headache. The truth was,  I FELT NOTHING. As the stroke happened, my mother, who was in the passenger seat, panicked.  She snapped her fingers in front of my face. There was no response as I kept driving. My hands gripped the wheel. My mother then screamed, “Bonni, pull over! Pull over!” I heard her in the distance but didn’t react. I wondered why she was telling me this and looked down at my right hand, shaking in the console. Then my mother did something t...