I first learned about Haiku — a Japanese form of poetry — when I was in the second grade. I remember being fascinated by the rigid structure — three lines, 5-7-5 syllables — and simple structure. As a part of that class work, I wrote the following: Swaying blooming rose Red rose sways blooms wind…
Last night, I took my dog, Sprocket, for a walk in the snow. About 5-6 inches of powdery snow covered the grassy areas in front of our apartment building, but the parking lot was plowed. Sprocket has on the little booties I got her for Christmas. She doesn’t like them, as evidenced by her altered…
I know people don’t ordinarily recommend or review grocery stores, but I think this one warrants a mention. If you’ve ever spent some time in Florida, you’ve probably heard of Publix, a grocery store chain found there and in parts of Georgia. I lived in Florida for a year and a half and have vacationed…
I’ve decided to write about my miscarriage. I’ve been taking a how to write a memoir class for the past several weeks and this story seems to be the one that most wants to be written about. I don’t know who I’ll sell the story to, but I feel a strong need to write about…
Ever tell someone to F-off and have them reply, “Your place or mine?” I have. On June 2, 1981. When it happened I didn’t know what to say, so I just called him an a__hole. But later, in my diary, I came up with better responses. They’re kind of funny, so I thought I’d share…
These two limericks were written in my diary on April 19, 1981. Yes, I am aware they don’t make much sense. 😉 There once was a very cool cot Who was always smoking pot He was so high He thought he could fly But now he is forgot Many people don’t know if Or why…
Ah! A new, mold-free, well-lighted apartment. And better than that, an apartment my dog hasn’t “christened” — and we’ve been there for more than 24 hours, too! Such small joys make me feel hopeful for the future.
Written Feb. 26, 1992. Paradise is space to grow to expand to soar like a bird wind in my hair in my wings in my sails pushing me along the sea Paradise is the warmth of the sun caressing my skin gently freedom to be anything I want including nothing Paradise is the sweet taste…
Hmm. Autumn is officially here. I love the Fall — the perfect time to harvest pumpkins and play with them. Make them into spooky works of art to decorate your front porch. Bake them into rich, warm (and sometimes chilly) sides, meals and desserts. Now that I live in an area with clearly delineated seasons,…
Written the summer of 1984 in reaction to losing my Grandmother. I found out just before leaving for the airport to be an exchange student in England. By the time I returned 9 weeks later, everyone else had had a chance to attend the funeral, find closure and move on. I hadn’t. It took me…