An instant haiku inspired by a cat and an old Mexican proverb.
A gorgeous, fiery sun merging with the horizon while it generously backlit the clouds and turned the evening sky into a work of art deserving of a haiku.
A person could love Weetabix in that way you love the familiar, the comforting, the stuff of childhood, the stuff your mother made you eat until you forgot your first reaction to it and it became a welcome part of your everyday life and then later, the fabric of childhood memories and the feeling that all that is right with the world.
A video and photos of an unexpected Memorial Day weekend snowstorm in central Colorado, and a haiku to capture the feeling.
Something in this Food & Wine magazine will be on our table this weekend during our quiet time in the mountains of Colorado.
I wrote the haiku below a couple of years ago, after visiting Notre Dame on a business trip just a few weeks after my Dad died. Like so many people all around the world, I’m heartbroken about today’s fire that so badly damaged this beloved […]