Author Archives: Kathy
My Novel
I am in the midst of editing my novel, Looking for Love. It is, to say the least, a daunting task. I worked on this novel for what feels like forever. And now I am going back through again, fixing … Continue reading
Don’t Be Cruel
“Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.” Elvis’s voice crooned out from the radio which was smack dab in the middle of the dashboard. She looked over at him. He looks wounded, like a puppy that had been spanked … Continue reading
Moving Away
We left Buffalo, hoping to trade her harsh winters for the never –ending summer of Florida, almost 15 years ago. The day that we packed the last of the plants, books and CD player in our grey van and headed … Continue reading
Words
“Sticks and Stones can break my bones, but names can never hurt me..” (Children’s Nursery Rhyme) Words are powerful. I was reminded of that after my last blog post. The piece was a fictionalized account about when my … Continue reading
A Soft Sound
I lie in bed, waiting for the overwhelming fatigue of the day to finally settle in my bones and to quiet my racing thoughts. Tossing and turning, I grab the blankets and pull them toward me. The house is unnervingly … Continue reading
Solitude
Sunday is football day for my husband. Fortunately for me, he has a group of friends who like to go to a local restaurant to watch the game. I don’t go, mainly because I don’t quite understand football, and I … Continue reading
Look at That Beautiful Scenery!
When I was a kid, our parents often took us on car rides. We would drive into the country around Buffalo, for the sole purpose of looking at the trees, pastures, lakes, and hills that surround us. My parents encouraged … Continue reading
Tea For Two..or Three
Tea party, high tea, afternoon tea, whatever you call it, the idea of sharing tea and refreshments with a group of friends has a reputation. If you enjoy visiting with other ladies and sipping brewed tea as you munch … Continue reading
The Purse that Got Away
I misplaced by purse the other day. I have never, not even once, done that. When other women related stories about losing their handbags or forgetting them in stores and restaurants, I was always baffled. How could you forget something so … Continue reading
Radio Days
My love affair with radio began when I was a kid growing up in Buffalo. By the time I was in eighth grade, I was in possession of my own radio which was ensconced in the bedroom I shared with … Continue reading