My mother was one of eight. I am one of six. I thought I would surely be the mother of four or five. I always gravitated toward babies. Every family occasion would find me with whoever had the youngest child. I looked forward to pregnancy, and...
Image by Katherine Center Hello, It’s been quite some time since I have written you a love letter. In my first attempt, I drafted a letter full of apologies and regrets. I gave it my best effort, taking my time to detail the different choices I should...
We have found this other place. We have carved out rooms of our own here. We are like tiny explorers of an expedition that is laying much of the groundwork for those who are coming next. We are here now and this brave new world has saved me. I...
It’s hard to know where to begin. I’ve been writing this in my head for weeks and still I don’t know how to give you the background to understand the importance of eight words I heard ten years ago. I was given up for adoption at birth...
Image of Jenny being painted by Katherine courtesy of Karen Walrond I’m not exactly sure exactly how I got the idea to paint words on people. It just kind of came to me—in that mysterious way that ideas do. What I am sure of is: There are...