Walking Backwards

Our four children shared one bathroom all their growing-up years. For my loft-dwelling city friends, a two-bathroom house may sound like a luxury. (It should have felt that way to me, since we didn’t even have one bathroom in our house until I was ten years...

Who is Kate Adair?

The short story: She is me. Here is the longer version: In elementary school, when I first learned that Samuel Clemons was Mark Twain, I started thinking about pen names. I thought I should dream one up in case I needed it someday. I didn’t actually settle on...

Good Company

I wasn’t able to go to the funeral on Friday, and, I regret that now. Although Sister Betty hadn’t been an active part of my life during the past thirty years, she remains a powerful part of my heritage. And I wish I’d gone to honor her and to...

To Tweet or Not to Tweet

Does tweeting make one a twit, do you suppose? Sometimes I think so. Every week or so I think I’ll just give up on that particular element of social media. I don’t really use it well. I forget to check-in. I rarely enter an actual conversation because...

Coming Soon to a City Near You

I just watched the trailer for ¬†Oz:The Great and Powerful, coming out next spring. It inspired my title for this post but has absolutely nothing to do with what I’m about to say. Well, except for this: there is one breathless line in the trailer that basically...