greyjoys

are you kidding me?

you had yet another chance...

you blew it, theon.

july 16

it was my birthday.

i am fifty-one years old.

keeps getting better.

integrity

i am now learning

what it is to be my word.

i like being whole.

-30

one month! oh. my. gosh.

but i am back and writing.

one. haiku. per. day.

summer

another weekend

of sleeping, cooking, reading,

laughing and loving.

associate dean

seems so long ago

that my summers were restful.

full speed ahead now!

 

 

 

big apple

marriott hotel,

central park, new york city

reservations, yah!

inspiralize

apple daikon slaw,

lemon chia seed dressing.

so fresh and healthy!

ncbi two

so much connection...

new team members and new friends

love our campus team!

ncbi

a room filled with love

and hope for humanity.

my heart is happy.

touching

there is such power

in our personal stories.

open up and share.

three day

opportunity

beckons. the chance to learn more

about listening.

why

contradictory

information. someone is

not telling the truth.

roadside stand

dark red strawberries,

juicy and so very sweet.

hello there, summer!

rehabbin'

damn frozen shoulder.

first the left, and now the right.

come on! get better!

gun shop

such an ugly thing.

does it feed your power need,

this threatening head?

acceptance

it is so freeing

to learn that stumbling is

part of the process

 

worthy endeavor

striving to live life

with as much integrity

as is possible

nike haiku

just do it, darn it.

just ride the haiku wagon

without falling off.

daily haiku!

i wonder if a

string around my finger would

help me remember

weeknight

no tv tonight.

just reading. so relaxing.

ready for bed now.

bonus

breakfast with "the kid"

and her boyfriend, whom we like.

happy mother's day.

longing

i miss my husband,

working out of town again.

tomorrow, he's back!

friends

monica, chandler,

ross and rachel and phoebe,

and joey, of course.

chores

warm soapy water.

cleansing away the leavings.

clean dishes again!

may

a weekend of fun

and celebrating students.

they make us so proud.

reminiscing

today i recall

how much i miss my students...

did i serve them well?

frustration

some days are just hard.

the hits? they just keep coming.

so weird how that works.

knowing

you find out she's gone...

what you'd give to go back to

the moment before...

 

productive

we got a lot done.
i feel exhausted, but good.
monday is coming.

dessert

ice cream mud pie.

dark chocolate anything.

so cannot resist!

buggins

my youngest niece sent

a thank-you-video-text...

better than a card!

giddy-up

oh, dear. i really

fell off the haiku wagon...

getting back on now!

tired

i just want to sleep.

instead of writing haiku,

i'm going to bed.

hindsight

it is not often

that i have regrets. but i

wish i'd done better.

shooting

you just never know.

so many things could happen.

show your love each day.

 

meaning

not sure that i did

anything today that made

any difference.

 

young faculty

so many babies

just arrived and expected

in jordan college!

reborn

i have discovered

podcasts. they're what radio

shows used to be. duh.

ahhhhhh

i love friday night.

dinner out with my husband

and then the weekend.

rerun

just watched jon snow die

again. it wasn't any

easier this time.

weeknight

i love leftovers.

just pop them in the oven,

and dinner's ready!

diana

miracle of life.

unfolding in the pasture.

new wobbly foal.

incongruous

we like our friends' words.

but when our foe says the same,

they sting our ears.

skipped

i forget some days

to create a new haiku.

nobody's perfect.

niece three

emma-bo-bemma

is suddenly twelve years old!

happy birthday, em!

tomahawks

my heart is crying.

for them. for us. for the world.

angry. sad. confused.

michelle

no kids of my own,

but now a bonus daughter

to love to pieces.

 

body image

at ease in one's skin...

regardless of size or shape.

all deserve that peace.

anew

the air is warmer.

the sun stays high much later.

spring seems to have sprung.

contented

we are home again

and settling right back in

to our routine.

hawaii

favorite moments?

snorkeling with the turtle.

cruising at sunset.

kona streets

tourists walk about,

interspersed with mentally

ill, just surviving.

witness

still, lime green gecko.

clinging...eyes darting...watching

tourists walking by.

kilauea

silent black lava

only fleeting signs of life

where ferns have burst through

respite

on the big island

first work. now four days of play

and relaxation.

preview day

first time on campus.

both nervous and excited

to see what might be.

just passing

tonight's haiku is

more of an afterthought than

something well-pondered.

ever after

i still catch myself

in awe that we are married...

that it is so good.

weeknight

quiet house tonight.

in the easy chair, reading.

hard not to doze off.

snackin'

i do love popcorn.

so fluffy, white, and crunchy.

feels like childhood.

pomp

it's getting warmer.

but not hot yet. must be spring.

soon? graduation!

march 17

totally forgot

to write haiku yesterday!

leprechaun mischief?

healthy, though

wouldn't it be cool

if a snap of your fingers

made dinner appear?!

semester

work is hard right now.

all are so frickin' busy.

ah, the joy of Spring.

clint

"trouble with the curve"

man, i am a total sap.

sure love that movie.

accountable

finding joy in life...

a responsibility

that is all on you.

backtowork

sunday evening.

another weekend, over.

rested and ready.

hangout

fresno breakfast house.

a new weekend ritual.

love the crowd and food.

proud

dad would have loved it:

i threw the first pitch tonight

for our bulldogs

dakota

"breaking the silence"

telling her story so that

others survive, too.

daylight savings

spring gets so busy.

and soon, we will "spring forward."

oh, to have more time!

husband

every moment

of our life together,

is precious and new.

bulldog baseball

just throwing snowballs

to remind my arm how to

throw out the first pitch

medicine

it feels so, so good

to just let go and relax.

laughter is the best.

after dinner

car ride home, singing

"paradise by the dashboard

light"...meatloaf kicks ass.

regretful reprieve

is food poisoning

(or the flu) a good excuse

for missing one day?

 

joint session

oh, if only THAT

trump would stick around awhile!

who is taking bets?...

cycle

biker chick dinner.

monthly, we get together.

the laughter is cathartic.

oscars

i appreciate

that the stars took the high road.

honest. fun. classy.

leisurely

a drive in the hills.

loads of water and green grass...

beautiful outdoors.

grub

seaweed salad, two

pieces salmon nigiri,

and a memphis roll.

soul force

man kicked off airplane

for racist remarks. should have

talked to him instead.

 

aging

aches and pains, oh my!

so lucky to have my health,

but running? no more!

 

raitt

she's sixty-seven.

still 'something to talk about.'

'rock steady,' bonnie.

routine

"goodnight, boop," he says

every night in a text.

dad so loves his girl.

9066

nineteen forty-two.

seventy-five years ago

today. internment.

 

childhood

clouds. do kids today

lay on their backs in the grass

watching them change shape?

learning

white fragility.

the "normalcy" of my race

impedes awareness.

 

z's

sleep is beckoning.

crawl into warm, flannel sheets.

tomorrow? friday!

correction

well, apparently

i do not know my flowers.

lilies...not orchids.

v-day

roses and orchids.

funny card and pearl earrings.

happy valentine's!

tickets

i get plain giddy,

thinking about his surprise...

happy valentine's!

 

escape?

up until grad school,

fiction was pleasure-reading.

since? non-fiction. why?

sights

white-bearded sikh man,

turban and all, on a bike.

that's america

evening

such a luxury...

falling asleep on the couch

while watching tv.

communication

you sound just like me,

which makes listening easy.

we need less easy.

questioning

you said you cannot

remember segregation.

"i didn't see it."

 

sweetness

apples, oranges, pears.

strawberries, blueberries, grapes.

yummy, yummy, yum!

mybob

how has it happened?...

you are my rock, and i, yours.

together. so strong.

mlb

i've not given birth.

bonus daughter, i do have.

love her to pieces.

 

pre-game

grocery shopping.

on saturday night, no less.

super bowl ready!

smile

jayne is reading this.

hi, jayne! i hope your weekend

is the best one yet!

politics

what must it be like

for children seeing all this.

shame on us, "adults"!

abuelas

grandbabies abound.

grandma-friends beam with delight.

awed to see their love.

squeeze

highland terrier.

west, that is. i so want one.

cuddly puppy.

flea

when a friend is hurt,

i wish to make it better.

hopefully, she knows.

 

ShameOnUS

relaxing weekend.

for US. not for refugees,

no longer allowed.

jan 28

i skipped today's poem,

and instead relaxed with Bob

as husband and wife.

identity

without a full map,

you have to create yourself.

then you can find you.

tenacious

amid the chaos,

and the anger, and the hate,

the sun keeps rising.

 

fflotus

incivility.

it feels like it's all around.

must keep going high.

duh

i am so tired.

why didn't i go to sleep

a long time ago?

bonus

"alternative facts"?

you've got to be kidding me.

dub-ul-u-t-f?!!!

pelted

corn-kernal-size hail!

from lucky jeans to the car,

got completely soaked!

triumphant

patriots. falcons.

headed to the super bowl.

one happy husband.

mariposa

spent time with family,

little bevington brothers

and their wives -- so fun!

djt

i honestly think

he really has no idea

what he's stepped into

angst

inauguration.

i've never been so watchful.

what will happen now?

mom

ring...ring...well, hello.

how are you? all is good here.

been thinking of you.

dinner

ripe kiwi and orange.

the bright, warm colors beckon.

a tasty side dish.

gratified

dark, quiet of night.

his hand, reaching out, finds me.

contentment, so pure.

serene

such a simple joy,

being with my love all day,

just enjoying life.

tranquility

no alarm to wake.

start the day calm and rested.

i love saturdays.

distortion

exaggerate? me?

i never exaggerate...

no, never ever.

pleading

care for each other.

differences? no matter.

 we each must care more.

superhuman

perspective-taking.

my superhero power.

if i did have one.

oops

i cheated on nine

it was actually ten

by forty minutes

dammit

middle of the night,

awoke for unknown reason...

forgot haiku nine!

GoT

beheaded again.

second time through season one.

ned stark...i miss you!

cozy

it is saturday

the sky is grey and cloudy

blanket time for me

bliss

we don't do "date night."

when you're this new to marriage,

every night? date night.

carpe

4 am alarm.

off! like ripping a band-aid,

and grab a new day

wedded

ahhh...the simple joy

of a quiet dinner, home,

next to my husband

remains

leftover prime rib

who could have known it makes great

pasta AND tacos?

leisure

scones in the oven --

from a mix, but nonetheless.

i love vacation

2017

clean and sparkling,

a new year is before us,

ripe for the taking