Katy's Blog
The cherry blossoms are going berserk. This is the cue. We’ll rock like ninjas. We’ll spin like dervishes. We’ll smack the stars around. It’s ours for the taking. We’ve put in the time. We’ve gone mad in the trenches. We’ve stitched up every last broken heart. It’s within our grasp. The naysayers are trembling; They see us completely now. We’ll run with the buffaloes. We know what it takes. We’ll incandesce for as long as we feel like. The universe is giggling. She loved…
–photo Q13 Fox news Ugh. It’s a rough morning in Seattle. After reading multiple explanations from coaches and analysts, I get the thinking behind the play call. Still, the decision not to feed the Beast –arguably the best running back in the league – was an epic and egregious fail. I stand by my original reaction: "WTF?" Several have pointed out that the game should not have come down to that final call in the first place. There’s substance to that…
OK, OK, OK…. My inner child is picking her nose and wiggling in her seat. She’s come up with ten ideas for having fun right now. I’ve tried each of these and can testify that they all work. Let’s roll: Throughout the day, text weird and happy selfies to a select handful of unsuspecting friends and family members. They’ll enjoy it. You’ll enjoy it. Everybody wins. Yay technology! Strike up a conversation with a grumpy old person. Ask them ridiculous and very stupid questions. They’ll think…
The New Year is here. It’s time to take a few deep breaths, square our shoulders and get it on. I’m feeling stupidly optimistic about the year ahead. Here are ten thoughts going in: Weird is better than humorless. Experts agree. So, if you feel that special inclination, go for it. You’re not getting any younger. There’s a lot of discord out there. Our fellow human beings sometimes make a mess of things; in the best case, they disappoint us and in the worse,…
I must concede that Christmas is indeed the most magical time of the year. Between the cheery lights, the upbeat snap in the air and the bright faces of excited children, there’s an inescapable wonder to it all. Whether you believe or not, even the elegant mystery of the Nativity can stir the most cynical spirit. It is the season of joy and possibility: the ultimate celebration. But Christmas can also break your heart. The holiday, with its relentless merriment, can exacerbate the ache of…
Although I've thought about it about a lot, I’ve never written about racism. For starters, I wasn’t sure I had the right. But even more, I’ve been too afraid: afraid of creating more pain and anger, afraid of my own ignorance, afraid of exposing less than desirable parts of myself. But in light of recent events in Ferguson, it’s clear that we don’t have the luxury of remaining frozen. I want to talk about it. It may be hard. It may be awkward. But I have…
