The End

I recently published my first edited book,  Labor of Love: A Literary Mama Staff Anthology ,  with  Small Harbor Publishing . It's an anthology of writing from  Literary Mama  staff over the past 20 years. It's a beautiful collection and I am proud of the writers and proud to share the book.  It seems a fitting moment, as I pondered sharing about the book here on the blog, to reflect on my life as a blogger, and acknowledge that it is time to officially end this blog.   I started blogging in about 2007, when my baby was learning to toddle, when I was learning how to be a mother and stepmother, when I was just starting to see my way as a writer. I needed it back then. I craved it. I had a variety of blog iterations--family, art, creativity, writing things I delved into. There's a freedom in blogging, a casualness, an easy familiarity that's lacking (for me anyway) in other kinds of writing. I loved blogging and the words came pouring out.  Over the years since then, some

Haiku




Haiku are short poems with the form of

five syllables

seven syllables
five syllables

They must have a connection to a season- including a nature word to further this goal. They must capture one brief moment in time. They must have some surprise or AHA moment.


Technically, combining haiku with a photograph or painting is called haiga, which is generally what I do. I think it's a bit more fun. 


Read mine for a little inspiration:

December 11
from below
Return
pink
#81
creek
space
cracked
remembering
falls
always free
both
crystalize
today
#71
reaching
reflection
marigolds
winter
woolly
root
#64
eight
birthday
asters
orange
raspberries
#58
#57
Monet
ADK
pinned
light
#52
down
ripe
content
two
poppies
#46
frog and toad
today
dirt
in spring
tradition
birth day
overturned
Spring Haiku
#38
#37
#36
#35
movement
#33
#32
conformity
mandala
gingerbread
#28
remembrance
air
Gaia
rows
#23
#22
success
connected
#19
Then
haiku #17
spun
monday haiku #15
to visit
along the river
glow
monday haiku
haiku #10
evening glory
monday haiku #8
tis the season
bird sound
grit
instead
the difference
duck memoir

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