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.

Remembering D-Day

  I always post on this date something like the title above. "Remember D-Day." But most of us can't remember it. We weren't born yet. Instead, we mark it. We honor it. We read about it, talk about it, study it, or even watch movies about it. This event is so far...

Less Stuff, More Life

Less Stuff, More Life

One year ago this month, we held a public auction and sold most of our earthly goods. The pandemic taught us we didn't want to grow old living so far from our children and grandchildren. Since the majority of them live in Nebraska, we pulled up stakes and crossed the...

I Don’t Feel Eighteen Anymore

When we had been married 25 years, I remember walking through the house at night and wondering how I could possibly have this home, this husband, and all those teenagers sleeping upstairs. I felt like an eighteen-year-old most of the time. This year, my nighttime...