I write stuff down. writer • humorist • activist
Once upon a time on a soccer field far, far away, or really, just in the center of town on an abandoned psychiatric hospital, a tired, been-there-done-that mom sat behind the soccer goal, underneath the giant pines, with an iced tea and book, and didn’t watch her kid play. She may have glanced, but she certainly didn’t know the score, or where her kid was on the field. Or if
I got naked with my friend Nicole as a birthday gift from my rather attractive husband. It’s not what you think, but I am sure the husband wouldn’t mind that being so. My kids are ewwing loudly, and gagging, in my mind, while I’m typing this, before they ever lay eyes on it, and I make no apologies. Getting naked with Nicole I received a gift certificate for a massage
She had both her hands on my ass and was applying firm, steady pressure, and I ain’t gonna lie: I liked it. I was lost in the moment and it felt great. Until she opened her mouth. And sound came out. “Now look at Kate –“ she announced, with a mean teacher voice to the entire class of mostly women and the one or two hairy dudes with an aversion
(This essay originally appeared on Grown & Flown where it was awarded SheKnows Media BlogHer Voice of the Year 2017.) * * * Left behind, but I couldn’t look away. Her face was smooshed up against the scratched, opaque plastic, and seemed to be suffocating, for lack of air, lack of love, I don’t know, but I just left her there. If her mouth wasn’t sewn shut, if her little arms
Sometimes I talk to much. You might have heard that about me and this is one of those times, recorded in high def for all the world to see: me and the ladies who lunch at the Connecticut Against Gun Violence luncheon. Me and my breasts. The video is good, but sure wish they panned the audience so you could see just how out of my element I was. These were
Am I the only person who hasn’t gone bra shopping since before the advent of on-line shopping? Apparently, cuz I bought new bras and pretty much can’t go watch my kid play high school sports anymore. Here’s what happened: I took a Facebook quiz, my very first one, because it had a drawing of a woman in a bra and said, “Does your bra fit right?” and the bra-lady really nice
Lucky me! Invited to speak at a local women’s networking group because last year there was standing room only, and who am I to say no to my adorning fans, of which no-less-than half I am related to? Here’s how it goes: the Board presents the topic, and I’m supposed to run with it. Share my two cents, then open the discussion with the people in attendance to share, if they
Check me out: I’ve been a woman with a mission, checking goals off my to-do list, entering contests, submitting stories, doing what needs to be done as a writer with bills to pay, people to see, and places to go. I send away, then check things off my list like it’s Taquitos and toilet paper at Costco, vowing to throw spaghetti at the walls until something of mine sticks. It stuck. Apparently, I have a voice. Actually, a Voice of
An irreverent storyteller with a foul mouth and big heart, Kathryn Mayer (also known by Kathy and Kate), is a writer, humorist, and activist writing out loud with humor and grace about the little moments of life with big ripples, including parenting, social issues, midlife, and, sigh, gun violence prevention. Sometimes a big deal, sometimes not Mayer is national award-winning columnist, according to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, receiving 2nd place in 2018 for humor writing. Her essays won Voice of the Year … Read More Here...
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xo Kate