Not Crushed Not Abandoned

By Kat Silverglate © 2025 I missed more than a few steps in how I carried her. Not because I didn’t care. More because I didn’t know how to carry. The frame of reference for this kind of crushing hadn’t…
By Kat Silverglate © 2025 From 1989 to 2003, civil war ravaged the people of Liberia, Africa. Citizens representing nearly half the country’s population left whatever nest they called home to escape violence amongst combatant factions, conscription of children into…
by Kat Silverglate ©2025 They didn’t want to win a prize. Didn’t expect to be standing on any podiums. Just finishing the mini triathlon without drowning, falling off their bikes or collapsing from the slog up the small bridge were…
by Kat Silverglate ©2025 Balloons tied to the mailbox. A cardboard stork in the yard, pink or blue or neutral depending on the response to the “I can’t wait to know” adrenaline rush showing up with increasing frequency since the…
by Kat Silverglate ©2025 Maybe you’ve seen one of those videos of a baby with total hearing loss experiencing sound for the first time with the aid of a device or surgery? Some aspect of your innermost being becomes jelly-like…
by Kat Silverglate ©2024 A travelling salesman does his rounds through old country roads. The rarity of an unannounced visitor makes each house call that much more memorable to the visiting vendor. At this unforgettable home, an old man sways…
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…