Before opening the laptop and having a sip of my Latte, I see that same old look on Mary's face. I ask cautiously, "What's the matter?"
“My husband's having a mid-life crisis, and my oldest daughter is dating a punk rock boyfriend. My youngest daughter thinks she is now a teenager and her older brother wishes he was. And look,” she leans towards me, “there are red spots on my face. Maybe I’m beginning menopause. And my car broke down again .....”
No new emails
spring rain pitter-pattering
against the window
Published in Contemporary Haibun Online, Vol. 7, No. 2, July 2011
A Room of My Own: Border Gate Tanka - a touch of winter sunlight ... the barefoot boy waits with two backpacks at the border gate Note: My haiku below could be read as a sequel to the tanka abov...