by Kathy Nickerson | Jan 18, 2020 | mercy
Do you know how many novels are published in the United States each year? A lot. Maybe as many as one million, depending on which report you read. That statistic can make a struggling author decide to give up. Why bother? The same thing is probably true of golfers...
by Kathy Nickerson | Jan 7, 2020 | mercy
I miss the people, of course. That is a given. The co-workers. The boss. (I’m still married to him, but he works for The Man now, and l can’t go with him.) I especially miss the ones we served in our little country medical clinic. Less obvious things are...
by Kathy Nickerson | Dec 16, 2019 | family, mercy
This is the week that some of us are feeling a little stress about bringing the magic on Christmas morning. Maybe we didn’t buy socks and underwear, but we aren’t wrapping iPhones or hiding Christmas puppies, either. Sometimes, the gifts just don’t...
by Kathy Nickerson | Dec 5, 2019 | mercy
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...
by Kathy Nickerson | Nov 21, 2019 | family, happy endings
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...
