Katie’s Ground

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We hear the sky tractors before we see them. They are loud and pulse. They can be a few miles away and we still know the crop dusters are working. We…
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Sometimes rain comes flouncing in --a drama queen, a prom queen, maybe even a bride, full of flounce and rustle. She throws her arms out, shakes her…
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As I spritzed my scent. I noticed it was time for a refill. The next time we were at Macy’s I stopped at the perfume counter. “I’d like to buy White…
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A photo essay with feathers and other things.
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Last time I wrote how my mother was a strong, ambitious woman who accomplished many things in our community, but wasn't able to give what babies and…
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On the night after Mother's Day, I tumbled into a pit full of grief and fear and recrimination. At midnight, all I could do was weep and get out of bed…
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A WNIJ Perspective and Commentary where I write about how spending time being silent has filled up my loneliness.
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In Katie’s Ground, I invite you to come to the ground with me. Catch a vision of glory.
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