Tag Archives: writing

Icy tears

Posted on January 2, 2022 by Kathy

She opened the door to 12 bitter degrees. Wind blew through polka-dot pajamas. Tears froze on her cheeks. Moon’s full breast ached. She wanted to run barefoot into icy snow but instead whispered “Goodnight…” and burrowed beneath four blankets to … Continue reading →

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“Love has your back”

Posted on December 30, 2021 by Kathy

Last August, while visiting my childhood home down in the Thumb of Michigan, I picked up a tattered copy of WILD MIND: Living the Writer’s Life by Natalie Goldberg. I bought it at the library uptown (Barry laughs when we … Continue reading →

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All the blogs we cannot write

Posted on November 19, 2021 by Kathy

This post is dedicated to all the blogs we cannot write. All the stories we cannot tell. All the tales that never reach the light of our reader’s eyes. There are so very many stories blooming inside of us that … Continue reading →

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What I really want to say…

Posted on August 16, 2021 by Kathy

I’m in downstate eastern Michigan lounging alone on my mom’s flowered pastel couch with the deep aroma of coffee beckoning. The tattered book “Wild Mind” by Natalie Goldberg peers up from the round glass table. Write, write, write, Natalie urges … Continue reading →

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Swooning

Posted on February 24, 2021 by Kathy

This morning, sipping hot coffee on the couch, I announced to Barry, “The Winter King kissed us with snow again last night.” He eyed me above his coffee mug, raising his eyebrows only slightly. “What–are you taking some online poetry … Continue reading →

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Last night the Winter King dreamed of pussy willows.

Posted on February 19, 2021 by Kathy

Last night in the heart of February, the Winter King dreamed of pussy willows. He dreamed of them sitting atop red buds in the lair of his woods. He dreamed them fresh with life and song and laughter. But, because … Continue reading →

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Playing spirit hide and seek

Posted on December 29, 2020 by Kathy

December has worn her drab gray dress every day. OK, maybe she jazzed up with some weak yellow sunshine occasionally when she felt festive. But mostly she’s just dulled us with mono color. This is nothing new here in the … Continue reading →

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Pandemic memory: is there anyone else on earth?

Posted on December 9, 2020 by Kathy

In 2031 imagine your grandchild running into your kitchen grabbing a chocolate chip cookie and asking, “Grandma, what do you remember about the pandemic in 2020?” What do you say? How do you describe this year with so many challenges … Continue reading →

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Zamfizzled

Posted on December 5, 2020 by Kathy

Yesterday proved to be one of those lie-about-on-the-couch-and-get-very-little-accomplished-days. Even though I had the best of intentions. Just no energy to clean, zing, zang, zip or zow. (I don’t know what zow means, but the Urban Dictionary says it’s an acceptable … Continue reading →

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God loves nonsense, too

Posted on December 4, 2020 by Kathy

Last night I decided to write a light-hearted blog post today with the title “God loves nonsense, too.” At 1:30 a.m., wide awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind dictated an entire serious and logical post about “levels of awareness” … Continue reading →

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