write me well

Much in the same way that you cannot beat London in the summer, you cannot beat the PNW once spring has finally sprung. The sun wins a five-month-long battle with ceaseless cloud cover, the temperature creeps a degree or two above fifty, the sun stops setting at 4pm, and I genuinely think you can feel your soul leave your body… Read more: Oh, spring!

Kicking off 2026 with a Goliath Post in tribute to how I spent the first two weeks of the year. Buckle up, my dudes! Three months ago, the CEO of the non-profit I work for called me into his office and asked me what I was doing for the first two weeks of January. We weren’t even seated for the… Read more: Routes (66)

Half a post a month is not my finest average. Don’t take it personally, 2025. I’ve had worse statistics, and this is most certainly a case of it’s not you, it’s me. In fact, if it makes you feel any better, there’s a notebook sitting somewhere in my house that has, at most, been visited three times this year. (Future Kathy: stop trying to make stone paper notebooks happen. The advertisements are slick but the paper is not. You will always hate writing in… Read more: Baseball caps but also, kindness

Almost exactly a year ago, I rediscovered The Moody Blues. I randomly remembered their rather delightful song Lovely To See You, decided to use it for a tiny reel I made for the journey downtown to get my last tattoo, then promptly forgot about them again. Something in the late summer of this year brought them back from my periphery,… Read more: Moody Moods

Well, if February felt quick, the four months that followed lasted all of five minutes. Which is how you find me, in the near-exact middle of July, deciding it’s time to check back in and think some thoughts online. Completely ignoring the raging dumpster fire that is this nation, the first half of 2025 has been rather dreamy – particularly… Read more: Gerunds