Kat Silverglate

by Kat Silverglate ©2024 When our son was young and learning about the world, we did the verbal things parents do to make learning fun – mostly through invitations to respond. Invitation: “The lion says…?” Response: “Roar.” Invitation: “The cow…

by Kat Silverglate ©2024 The drudgery of clearing ashes from a fireplace is lost on most warm climate folks. Sweeping them inevitably pushes a powder thin cloud into the air creating a haze that later settles on furniture, sills, curtains…

by Kat Silverglate ©2024 Often attributed to St. Philip Neri, a sixteenth century Italian priest, the story of a fantastically creative reaction to a confession goes something like this. A woman tells her priest that she has repeated a non-flattering…

by Kat Silverglate ©2024 “I love moving,” said no right-minded person ever! Moving is inconvenient. Whether short or long, temporary or permanent, to a better circumstance or away from a harsh one, moving inevitably involves a great deal of discomfort.…

by Kat Silverglate ©2024 We’d never really experienced a family like this one. They were different. Completely different. I suppose with any family one would expect to learn the characters over time. Their quirks and habits. Ways and gifts. The…

by Kat Silverglate ©2024  They had this argument fairly often. Argument’s too strong a word. Debate maybe? A point of periodic tension? Anyway, here’s how it usually went down.   “I love you Jerry,” she’d say. “I know Sally!” he’d…

by Kat Silverglate ©2024 Writers, by and large, are an insecure lot. Imposter syndrome comes relentlessly like sugar ants marching through razor thin kitchen crevices or mosquitos invading summer’s rest. To write a book-length work is to live 24/7 like…