Wake butterfly – it’s late, we’ve miles to go together. – Basho I am with you, Basho, awakening to life. – me The Day 8 prompt for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem A Day challenge was “write back to a dead poet.” I knew instantly that I would write to Basho, the only dead poet whose … Continue reading How haiku saved me from a mid-life crisis
I had a basal cell carcinoma removed from my scalp yesterday. No need to freak out – though basal cells are cancerous, they only grow locally and do not spread to other parts of your body. But after having a suspected melanoma and two basal cells removed in the past two years, plus multiple biopsies … Continue reading I got a free facelift
I quit my job. I lasted, what, six weeks? My heart just wasn’t in it anymore. And I can’t tell you how thrilled I am for that. My first nine years at home were rocky ones. Motherhood did not come as naturally to me as I thought it would when I was pregnant with our … Continue reading I quit my job
Violet hills at gloaming – my shoulders shiver bare branches rattle extracting words, plucking butterflies from a stream black crow perches on a bone white branch watching ruffled lichens, like green ravioli, bloom on wet stone a curled leaf hangs from its barren brown twig- a bat, sleeping sun shines through naked trees, wintry patterns … Continue reading Haiku from November
Yesterday was our eight year old son’s special day*, where he got to pick a meal and a family activity for the day. Knowing his tendency towards lounging all day in PJs, I bribed him. I told him, “If you pick an active family activity, like, I dunno, hiking Dragon’s Tooth, I’ll make cinnamon rolls … Continue reading Boy declares Dragon’s Tooth “Best Hike Ever.” Mom agrees.
We signed a lease on a townhouse yesterday. Our house-sitting gig ends in November, so right around the time we’ll be celebrating Thanksgiving, and our son’s birthday, and our daughter’s birthday, and right there in the thick of the Christmas season, we will be moving! Sounds fun, doesn’t it? But we are thrilled because we … Continue reading Dear Diary,
Butterfly Mind 