Katy's Blog
My Old School OK, I’m having a mom conundrum. This particular issue spins around and around in my brain like a crazy dog endlessly chasing its tail. Sometimes it keeps me up nights. It’s certainly caused some considerable drama in our household over the past few years. In the big picture scheme of it all, I’m not even sure if all my fuss and worry is warranted. The issue I’m talking about is education. We have a struggle on our…
Yesterday, the teen animal and I went down to the tattoo parlor and got inked up. Two bodies. One design. It was a bone cold afternoon and I was on the verge of despondency over the Seahawk’s loss to the Falcons. An outing with Emmett was the perfect thing–perhaps even the only thing–that could pull me out of my downward, post-game spiral. The idea to get tattoos together was Emmett’s. He threw it at me one night while we were having dinner in Chinatown.…
At the start of each yoga class, my teacher encourages us to set an intention for the practice we’re about to do. I’ve found this to be a helpful and clarifying exercise. Now, as we wind down the old and venture forth into the new, I’ve been thinking about what my intention is for the year ahead. As I was kicking around the idea for this post, a friend asked me what the difference is between an intention and a resolution. In my mind, an…
Happy Birthday! If I’m doing the math correctly in my head, you would have been 87 years old today. I can only imagine what kind of mischief you would be getting into. I hope that wherever you are in the vast cosmic plane, you’re reading a Scientific American, yelling at the television set and enjoying an English muffin, toasted to perfection with hot bubbling cheddar cheese on top. I also hope you have a motorcycle to ride and a sailboat. I miss you terribly and…
Life of late has felt like a vigorously shaken snow globe. Between writing deadlines, parenting demands, tunes to rehearse, vocal cords that need to be kept in shape, gigs to prepare for and the basics of sleeping, eating and exercise, my days are a chaotic whirl of frenetic bits. I’m hitting it hard but balls are still dropping. Right here and right now, I have more on my plate than is humanly possible for me to manage. The overload sirens in my psyche are blaring.…
