April 2016 23
CONFESSIONS OF A RECOVERING RACIST
Posted By : kate66

When I was a little red-headed girl in the 1950’s and 60’s, I lived in a neighborhood in Richmond, Virginia, partially populated by black people during the day. At night they went home, most of

December 2015 03
Notes Toward Becoming a Happy Fool
Posted By : kate66

Two things are on my mind as I write this: another mass shooting in America and my oldest brother’s mental demise. There’s a connection. When I was recently visiting my brother, who is a 78

June 2015 16
RAGE
Posted By : kate66

I was raised by a genteel woman who rarely, if ever, expressed her anger. She had integrity and grace, but she was exactly what Virginia Woolf called “the angel in the house,” the woman in

May 2015 06
I’M NOT ANYTHING
Posted By : kate66

Let’s see – I was a radical hippie chick. That’s definitely over. I was a mother; well, I will always be that in spirit but not in body. My son is no longer in the

September 2014 15
GETTING UNSTUCK
Posted By : kate66
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  I am so grateful to be prescription drug free – off of central nervous system chemical tampering, recommended by doctors, which put me at risk for mental breakdown, suicide and seizures – that I