Author Archives: Kathy

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.

Emotional storm

Last week Barry asked if I might ride with him to a couple of local cemeteries.  He wanted to take Memorial Day pictures for his job at the newspaper. Sure, I said.  Let me grab my camera, too. First we … Continue reading

Posted in May, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 53 Comments

Do we contradict ourselves? Yes, we contain multitudes…

I’ve heard it said:  the human brain prefers to quickly take in information and make broad assessments.  When we’re chased by a tiger through the jungle, we’d better make a split-second judgment that the beast is dangerous and run, run, … Continue reading

Posted in May, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 32 Comments

Hungry bear in the neighborhood

We’ve experienced a little excitement in our neck of the woods this week.  On Monday morning we awoke at 6 a.m. to a broken bird feeder and garbage strewn about the lawn. “I think we’ve been visited by a bear,” … Continue reading

Posted in May, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , | 23 Comments

The herd is our brother, too

All week I intended to share a poem here.  Written six days ago.  I lounged on the couch in pajamas pre-dawn last Wednesday, happily anticipating quiet peaceful meditation.  Instead, a poem lassoed me.  The poem circled its rope from the … Continue reading

Posted in May, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 54 Comments

Back in the blogging saddle (yet again)

Dear Blog Readers, I know it’s been almost ten months since last writing here.  No excuses.  The muse simply departed and headed elsewhere.  No huge creative outpourings arose.  The camera rarely clicked.  My WordPress plan expired and they insisted upon … Continue reading

Posted in May, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , | 45 Comments

For my birthday, please consider donating to love

Yesterday was my birthday.  Wow, 62!  Who knew this age would ever arrive on the doorstep, bringing with it this very flavor of aches and pains, joys and laughter?  Who knew? At age 11 or 35 or 54 we can … Continue reading

Posted in July 2019 | Tagged , , , , , , | 44 Comments

Once upon a partridge and other spring mailbox stories

Imagine walking to the mailbox, afternoon after afternoon.  Out the front door, down the three circular wooden steps onto cement and grass and gravel.  To your right lies a garden (in springtime newly planted) and to your left a tall … Continue reading

Posted in June, 2019 | Tagged , , , , , , | 38 Comments