Kathleen lives by the motto: “Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” Traveling the world with her husband, making impromptu itineraries, and seeking new experiences energizes her.
Kathleen is a retired nurse, who has capped a successful career in Occupational Health Nursing with a global Environmental, Health, and Safety award from 3M Corporation. In her spare time, she’s a creative quilt maker, crafting each quilt with a family member or friend in mind. Writing has now become her new adventure. Join her as she leaves her comfort zone.
Why I Had To Critique My Critic Published in Crow’s Feet: Life As We Age May 3, 2026 I never thought an analysis of a funny, fictitious, little story about a fearless broad would get my hackles up and force me to take a stand yet again. I’ve raised a daughter who has disabilities and a son who is gay; I’ve spent
She should have known when she saw the fedora balanced on the edge of the open casket. She didn’t want to be there. Not because she didn’t like wakes or funerals—who does? But because she never liked the guy—the one in the coffin—her father-in-law. Oh, I guess you could say he was an okay guy. I mean, he provided for his family, and he
The two fools were at it again. This time in Portugal, April 1992. Many years ago, the two fools were on a two-week car trip through Portugal. They had left the walled city of Óbidos and were heading north toward Coimbra and Aveiro. They had no reservations, save the plane tickets to and from Lisbon, and an off-the-beaten-path guidebook of itineraries with directions
Ahh! The good old days! Now all you Gen X, Y, and Z’ers, you may find this tale a bit hard to believe, but it’s no fairy tale, it all really happened. Once upon a time, many years ago, there were two fools. They were nice fools but clearly didn’t understand the concept of a “get-away” vacation. One cold and snowy winter they decided
I looked for you the other night; I thought for sure you’d come.I had a conversation with you, but, alas it was with one. K.A.T. Do you remember when you’d take me downtown and your friends would stop to say, “Is this your baby sister?” and I’d look up and see you smile? And do you remember crawling out our bedroom window to sunbathe
I got an unexpected call the other night. My nephew, who lives in Colorado, wanted me to know about arrangements to have my sister’s ashes spread in a spot she loved in Colorado. She was my only sister. Obviously, I must have had her on my mind, because I woke up at 3:21 am the next morning with two sentences I could hear myself
