Author Archives: Kathy
If you are looking for my latest post, “What Not to Say to a Widow,” I am sorry, but I decided to remove it. I don’t want to offend anyone. I received two messages that indicate that the post could be offensive. That … Continue reading
War Is Declared
Author’s note: This is a short , short story based on an incident in my novel, Loving Christy. Hope you enjoy it! It was Friday night, the first night of her new job waitressing at O’Malley’s Bar and Grille, and Sandy was nervous. Entering … Continue reading
My Brother Tommy
My brother Tommy died on March seventh. He was only 62 year of age—much too young to leave this earth. He battled cancer twice and had a heart valve replaced about 15 years ago. He survived all that, only … Continue reading
The Beach
Stress has been the constant drumbeat in my life for a long time. For the last several years, I helped my husband cope with cancer—the first one almost 6 years ago— the one he survived. And then about a … Continue reading
Discussing My Novel
“…fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.” Virginia Woolf I had a unique experience recently. My book club, the Pageturners, chose my novel, Loving … Continue reading
My Novel Has Arrived!
My novel, Loving Christy is now a reality! I know that because there are three boxes of books stacked up in my living room waiting to meet their new owners. I am slowly, but surely, distributing the books to those … Continue reading
Happy Holidays
Sorry, Merry Christmas people, I’ve decided to make the change to saying Happy Holidays. Let me explain. Yes, I love Christmas and believe that it is actually the birthday of Jesus Christ—to me, it is a holy day. One … Continue reading
It’s Trash Night Again?
“Take out the papers and the trash!” If you are of a certain age, you’ll remember these words from a popular song in the 50’s. This has become my new anthem. Our trash goes out every week on Monday night, … Continue reading
On Being a Widow
I am a widow now that my husband passed away. I don’t like the word widow. It conjures up images of old ladies in rolled black stockings shrouded in “widow’s weeds”—black clothes hanging off their backs. Women who no longer … Continue reading
Musings on a Writer’s Workshop
People surround me. Perched on uncomfortable folding chairs, we are jammed into a small space squeezed between the shelves in a book store. Voices make a hub-bub, and I look around to see the other fledgling writers. Some are … Continue reading