Kat Silverglate

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…

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…