Author Archives: Kathy
The Lonely Hearts Club
I was a charter member of the Lonely Hearts Cub throughout my high school years. I wasn’t one of the cool kids who dated and fell in love—or even seemed to garner any interest from the opposite sex. I … Continue reading
Sometimes, There Was Humor. My Covid-19 Journey
I have little memory of anything after being admitted to the hospital on March 27 with Covid-19 pneumonia in both lungs, until I woke up from a coma on May 6, 2020. My time in the ICU is a mash-up … Continue reading
A Family Affair
There are many victims of Covid-19: those who contract the virus and their family, friends, and even acquaintances. In the aftermath of trying to recover from the ravages of Covid, all of my relationships have been altered in some … Continue reading
My Covid Anniversary
The first anniversary of my diagnosis with Covid is looming on the horizon. A year ago, I was the pre-Covid me that I now mourn. I was healthy ( or seemed to be) and happy. My relationships were wonderful and … Continue reading
A Christmas Miracle
This Christmas was, for me, a miracle. Last June, while lying in bed at the third hospital I’d been in since March 27, 2020, I wondered if I would celebrate Christmas in my own home with my friends. As I … Continue reading
Who’s the Crazy One?
Florida winter is upon us, such as it is. Florida winter usually means a few days of chilly and, here in Central Florida, some downright cold weather—lows in the 30’s and highs in the 50’s, Now I know that my … Continue reading
Walking the Dog—A Dog Tale
Having a dog is like having a two –year old. They need a lot of attention, affection and they need to be kept clean and fed—and they need to go “out” to do their “duty.” I walk Sparkle (the delightful … Continue reading
This selection was written several years ago. I plan to revive this blog–so, this story seemed like a good reintroduction to old and new readers of this blog. Young Again The car races along the patent leather- like streets … Continue reading
Where Is Sparkle?
Sparkle, my little dog, came to live with my late husband Dan and me after his first cancer. It was esophageal cancer and its low survival rate was a visceral threat to his survival. But Dan made it for another … Continue reading