Burritos, Wine, & Japanese Poetry
Posted onFour women gathered on a summer evening to eat burritos, drink wine, and catch up, then spent 10 minutes writing Japanses poetry. Here’s what came out.
Four women gathered on a summer evening to eat burritos, drink wine, and catch up, then spent 10 minutes writing Japanses poetry. Here’s what came out.
It’s the day before my 39th birthday, and I have 18 minutes before the babysitter leaves. I forgot the laptop in my haste to get to may meeting on time (and also to comb my hair), so I borrow old menus and a pen from the coffee shop waiter to write these words.
“Daily Delights” are one-sentence snapshots about exploring with kids. It’s like writing in your diary — quick, gritty, hand-written, and heartfelt — to help capture memories and inspire gratitude.
“Daily Delights” are one-sentence snapshots about exploring with kids. It’s like writing in your diary — quick, gritty, hand-written, and heartfelt — to help capture memories and inspire gratitude.
My grandson points the stomp rocket toward the neighbor’s tree and launches it high into the Ponderosa pine’s branches–where it gets stuck. He cheers because now he can watch for 15 minutes while grandpa tries to dislodge the rocket with a football.
“Daily Delights” are one-sentence snapshots about exploring with kids. It’s like writing in your diary — quick, gritty, hand-written, and heartfelt — to help capture memories and inspire gratitude.
Talon’s thin back swaying side to side on his used and squeaky bike, its red spray paint speckling the white tire, as he pumps hard on the heart-shaped pedals aiming for each pothole with a “woo-hoo!”