Kathleen Elizabeth
Muses on Life Out Here in Alaska
4. The Superstitious Qualities of Tom Petty, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Moon Pies.
With his back to our cubed mess of belongings, Zach lowered the UHaul door and secured our household goods with the combination lock from my Flathead High School days. I pitied any fool desperate enough to unlock and simultaneously unleash 12,000 pounds worth of stuff. “We won’t need to check if anything’s shifted. That’s for […]
More3. Montgomery, Alabama is Haunted
Montgomery, Alabama is haunted. By lonesome whippoorwills among the whisperings and the camellias and the pines. Steepled shadows on Dexter Avenue and the cold bronze likeness of the little woman who started it all. On her corner she stands no tired bone in her body, demurely resistant. Hank by the Riverboat emulates the blue spirit […]
More2. The Bright Promise of the New
I look back now and see the lesson unfurl like some faded map. For a girl wired to plot and plan and see the thing through to the exhausted end, weeks of no move date and a route still to-be-determined primed me for one of two possible responses: to rise, or stumble again through a […]
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How to say “Black Lives Matter”
Dear Friend, When I was young, one of the high school football players collapsed on the field and under white hot stadium lights, surrounded by hundreds of hushed onlookers, died of unforeseen heart problem. I wish I knew the details; maybe those who remember better than I do can enlighten my own recollection. Now, in […]
MoreBlack Lives Matter
Dear Friend, As a writer – and, therefore, an avid muser – and as a fellow pilgrim living through the Great Pandemic, the New Civil Rights Movement, and my own season of change, I can tell you that I’ve been quiet for the same reasons I should not have been quiet. My mind is weighted. […]
MoreThe Story Of Your First Year
Before I met your dad, I sketched your name on notebook pages. I didn’t know what I’d name a girl, but I knew I’d name you Izaak. For “laughter,” that everything-is-alright feeling I treasure of my girlhood memories. For the sake of being different. I guess it is the English major in me who needs […]
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