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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.

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.

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…

This is Dedicated to the Ones We Love – and Lost

Last year, I couldn't even bear to put out a picture of my dad at Christmastime. And the first week of the month reminded me how much I missed my mother-in-law. The cold, grey days brought back memories of a cemetery sixteen years ago and of a grandbaby ushered into...

I’ve Become a Beatles Song

  Before I got out of bed this morning, I tapped into my phone and listened to a young Paul McCartney sing, "When I'm Sixty-Four," because, well, I am now. It's a catchy song with a nice tune, and it paints a dreamy picture of old age. The balding, old man is...

What I Remember

I'm sure the water was cold, but I don't remember that. I remember soft snowflakes on my face as my grandfather prayed. I remember the sound of "Amazing Grace" coming from the small congregation on the pond bank. I remember the heavy quilt they wrapped me in when I...