Author Archives: Kathy
The Beatles
The Beatles were the first wave of what was to become a virtual tsunami of British rock and roll bands to capture the imagination of American teenagers in the 1960’s. Like most people of a “certain age,” I … Continue reading
Aunt Alice
When I was a kid, nothing created as much excitement as a visit from Aunt Alice. My mother, who was Aunt Alice’s much younger sister, would announce her impending visit sometime in the afternoon. And the countdown … Continue reading
Empty or Full?
That is the question…whether to unload the dishwasher…or to use the clean dishes as needed from the machine. What is it about unloading a dishwasher that strikes terror into the hearts of even the most fastidious of housekeepers? Is it … Continue reading
Hopes and Dreams
It’s been almost a year since my novel, Loving Christy was published. I worked night and day to make it a wonderfully readable novel—one that I hoped would fly off the shelves, and would be downloaded onto hundreds of … Continue reading
I’m Back!
As regular readers of this blog know, it’s been several weeks since I’ve posted anything new. I haven’t given up on the blog—it’s just that typing with the “hunt and peck method” using one hand is tiring. Why am I … Continue reading
I’m on the Radio!
I recently had the opportunity to be interviewed for an on-line radio show, the Authors Show by host, Don McCauley. It was an interesting experience, to say the least. In the interview I answered questions about my novel, Loving Christy. … Continue reading
Becoming Uncool
Recently, I saw an article about the new words that have been added to the Dictionary. Among the terms was “dad dancing,” which is defined by Wicktionary as “The making of embarrassing flamboyant dance moves to pop music by middle-aged men.” H-m-m, I thought. Middle aged men—that means … Continue reading
One of of My Favorite Things
“Whiskers on kittens…” I wish one of my favorite things was as whimsical as the adorable objects Julie Andrews sang about in “The Sound of Music.” Let me explain. One day, I was getting a purse out for … Continue reading
She Who Must be Obeyed
I’m being subjugated , put down and ordered about—by my 15 pound Yorkie-poodle mix dog, Sparkle. Perhaps it’s the name. If I had called her Wendy or Cutie or Moxie or, well just about any other name, perhaps she … Continue reading
The Ice Queen
Pain surrounded her every day. She saw it in their faces, heard it in their voices. Sometimes when she administered medications or wheeled them into a treatment room, she wished she could go somewhere else—anywhere but this place. Many … Continue reading