Katrina Herringbottom

I don’t know why we called him Uncle Moose. He was my dad’s brother-in-law, his name was Murph, and he bore about as much resemblance to a moose as would a Methodist minister, which is … more

In October 1981, I was napping on the hallway floor near a guest bathroom the morning after a pre-wedding function in the (to me) extremely foreign land of Arizona. I was 20ish and otherwise … more

‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ by Gabriel García Márquez We were about a month into this thing last year when I was laid up in the hospital. It wasn’t Covid-related but I was imprisoned long enough to learn what that disease was doing to people, to … more

It was late one Christmas Eve and I was sharing a piano bench with some guy I thought was my husband. He was playing away and the assembled company, back when company could assemble, were all singing … more

The best thing about sailing, as far as I’m concerned, is that when you do it right it’s really boring. more

My relatives weren’t in our house 24 hours before disaster struck. That’s the problem with living in the paradise that is the Key Peninsula; people are always trying … more