A haiku is a Japanese three-line poem, 17 syllables, written in 5/7/5 syllable count. After three hours on the runway, then a cancelled flight, followed by six more hours at the airport, it was time to devote myself to this ancient literary form.
Last year I wrote a 360-page book that attracted the attention of one of the world's most celebrated literary agents. He was so moved by my writing that he immediately took me on as a client and, one week later, sold my book to one of New York's leading publishing houses.
But don't the day's little moments make you want to laugh, cry, or sigh with relief? Doesn't it all add up to love, or something like it? And isn't that worth pausing to remember? A haiku is only seventeen syllables, after all.
There's only so much Febreeze a parent can go through before the fumes start to attack the nervous system. Instead of fighting the frustration of no longer being able to see my feet over my boobs, I'm channeling it into wine-tinged poetry.
When I finished the Testi Maxx promo, Leo helped me celebrate. If it makes $$ in the mail, I'll train 3x/week instead of two. I'm typing softly now like an angel. Leo's snoozing away in my little alcove. So sweet, like a young prince.
I took my husband, Steve, along to Comic Con last weekend but worried that he might be weirded out by the whole experience, especially the array of cosplayers (costume players) who swirled through the corridors of the Javits Center.