Bonny Belgum

About the Author

Bonny Belgum divides her time between Minnesota and Wisconsin. That is, she sleeps in Minnesota and buys groceries in Wisconsin. Once upon a time, she eked out a bachelor’s degree in psychology at the University of Minnesota, home of behaviorism. Bonny will salivate at the sound of a Blackberry alarm even if she doesn’t get the Xanax. She is unjustifiably proud of her pigs, goats, chickens, sheep, and barn cats, all of whom pretty much fend for themselves. She is justifiably proud of her Newfoundland, Sonny, and her husband, Erik, because she changes their water and picks up their socks.

Bonny is also a lifelong writer of what she now understands are humorous essays. She used to call them plain old notebooks from age 11 to age 27, when she learned they could garner 50 bucks, albeit on a highly intermittent reward schedule—the most addictive kind. Bonny’s stuff has shown up in the likes of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, the St. Paul Pioneer Press, and the Minneapolis Star Tribune. And some other places too esoteric to mention. Before that, she had a five-year gig as the regular humor colmnist for The Minnesota Women’s Press, a place that understands sometimes all you can do is laugh.

A highly social hermit (a term-in-progress), Bonny prefers to stay home if at all possible to avoid the aftermath of human contact. However, with the country going to hell in a handbasket, she has overcome her crippling fear of flying enough to sort of master a Cessna 152 and can point it roughly northward. If it all comes down, Canada’s not that far from here.

Keep up with what Bonny's thinking (or at least saying) at www.bonnysamerica.com. You'll be glad you did.