Welcome!

Kathy Nickerson

Author, Speaker, and Eternal Optimist

Thanks for stopping by today. I hope you find something here that will encourage you in your faith, family, friendships, and fun.

My Books

The Secret of Serendipity

Serendipity is a delicious word. Do you know what it means? More importantly, do you have it? Kara Jane…

The Marvel House

In her seventy-fifth autumn, Madge DuPree blusters into the Marvel House like a crotchety Mary Poppins… 

30 Days to Glory

This is the story of Catherine Benson who longs to do One Great Thing before she dies and Elmer Grigsby who…

Rose Hill Cottage

After the death of her young husband, best-selling novelist Nora Kimble escapes New York for a summer…

About Me

Kathy Nickerson

Kathy Nickerson writes from her home in rural Missouri, where she lives with her husband of more than forty years. They are the parents of four children who grew up to become their best friends and who have given them fourteen grandchildren, so far. Kathy’s eternal optimism comes from her mother, The Nicest Woman on Earth, and from a deep faith in the God who made Light to shine from darkness.

Kathy’s articles have appeared in several magazines and her books are available online and in local bookstores.

A Little Christmas Fiction for You

As an author, I try to create characters so real you will want to add them to your Christmas card list. That happened to me every time I wrote about The Glory Circle Sisters of Mt. Zion Church. Catherine, Madge, Emily, Bess, Erma, and all the rest became real people...

T•R•A•D•I•T•I•O•N!

Warning: It is late October, and Old Navy has sold out of several styles and sizes of Matching Family Christmas Pajamas. Sorry to say, I just contributed to the shortage. This was the year I thought I could change it up a bit. Two of the grands are away at college....

Find Some Silence

I always think of fall as a quiet time. Of course, that's only if you don't count the roar of crowds at football games, the rumble of farmers in fields, the cacophony of ducks on a lake, and the whir of a leafblower down the street. Sometimes, we have to look for the...