write me well

Half a post a month is not my finest average. Don’t take it personally, 2025. I’ve had worse statistics, and this is most certainly a case of it’s not you, it’s me. In fact, if it makes you feel any better, there’s a notebook sitting somewhere in my house that has, at most, been visited three times this year. (Future Kathy: stop trying to make stone paper notebooks happen. The advertisements are slick but the paper is not. You will always hate writing in… Read more: Baseball caps but also, kindness

Almost exactly a year ago, I rediscovered The Moody Blues. I randomly remembered their rather delightful song Lovely To See You, decided to use it for a tiny reel I made for the journey downtown to get my last tattoo, then promptly forgot about them again. Something in the late summer of this year brought them back from my periphery,… Read more: Moody Moods

Well, if February felt quick, the four months that followed lasted all of five minutes. Which is how you find me, in the near-exact middle of July, deciding it’s time to check back in and think some thoughts online. Completely ignoring the raging dumpster fire that is this nation, the first half of 2025 has been rather dreamy – particularly… Read more: Gerunds

It never serves me well to sit down for a writing session with absolutely no idea of what I want to write, but this afternoon has been particularly aimless. I have completely finished my coffee, sorted through all of the random writing files in my OneDrive whose mysterious titles are some form of “Document [insert numbers 1 – 21 here]”,… Read more: Short & Sweet

I am usually not a big January fan – I once wrote here that “grim is a rather nice word for January”. But this year I was here for it. Fall felt long and hard and exhausting, the way life can be sometimes. When January arrived, I was ready to shove all of the emotions and struggles of the past four… Read more: New Year, Old Feels