Author Archives: Kathy
Big Blue
Bulky and blue, with worn arm rests, Big Blue, our recliner, takes up a sizable piece of real estate in the enclosed porch. Next to its bulk are two tables, one on either side of it that makes it even … Continue reading
Buffalo
Buffalo, my home town. Name by the French trappers, according to legend, after the river that flows through it. The City of No Illusions, Queen City of the Great Lakes, famous for snow storms, chicken wings and the Buffalo Bills—a … Continue reading
My Mom
There is a story that needs to be told about this picture. You look at it and see an older woman wearing a hat and a corsage. Maybe you wonder why she is dressed like that—is it her birthday or … Continue reading
My Ideal Place
My ideal place is without strife and discord. A place where everyone gets along. And everyone loves me and understands me and I never make a mistake and I’m never venal or angry or tired or sick. And I’m beautiful … Continue reading
School Daze
“No more school, no more books, no more teacher’s dirty looks,” the childhood rhyme echoed in my head as I faced the sea of parents, staring at me intently like sun flowers seeking the sun. For a moment, terror washed … Continue reading
Musings
I think of myself as a writer and a storyteller. My novels are about the South Buffalo neighborhood where I grew up. The stories that fascinate me feature real people–the ones who struggle everyday to find their place in the world. … Continue reading