by Kathy Nickerson | May 29, 2014 | mercy
Today, I went up a mountain. It was pretty much against my will. The trip to the waterfall at the base of the mountain was lovely. The daredevil drive to the Look Out, not so much. My problem with mountain driving is that it feels way too much like the ascent of a...
by Kathy Nickerson | May 24, 2014 | mercy
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row So begins the famous poem by John McCrae. Most of us won’t be reciting it on Monday while we barbecue brats and celebrate the official First Holiday of Summer. But, in Arlington National...
by Kathy Nickerson | May 22, 2014 | mercy
Last week, I walked by the rosebushes along my front walk and saw a depressing sight. While parts of the bushes were healthy green, about two-thirds of the canes were dry and dead. They had obviously not survived our winter-from-the-north-pole. “I’ve got...
by Kathy Nickerson | May 19, 2014 | mercy
On Saturday afternoon, these two ladies stopped their chore list long enough to buzz over to the local bookstore and get a signed copy of my novel. That meant a lot to me for about a zillion reasons. But the biggest one was friendship. The three of us spent more than...
by Kathy Nickerson | May 15, 2014 | mercy
This is the sad state of my writing/administration office. While our clinic is waiting for a new building, I’ve borrowed a spot from the local college for the tasks that can’t be done in the noisy, shared space of our modular unit. It is perfectly quiet...
