Kate Parish

Crimson, gold and orange blur against clear blue skies. I ride the Macomb-Clinton trail; reveling in fall glory as I speed along. Cool breezes chase the warm sunshine. It’s my favorite time...

I craved the quiet surrounding me. Peacefulness is what I sought. My brain missed the memo. The silence encourages me to ponder. Life thoughts —  husband at work, kids at school, and my action item list — make...

I searched the world over for missing Entry #5. It was here — at the tips of my fingers — Monday, September 16. But, then it slipped through my grasp. As...

See what happens? The first Monday of the 2013-2014 school year is history; just like the weekend. It’s a blur in my memory. As my children and I age, time ticks off the...

Preparedness is important. While others stockpile school supplies and snacks, Riff  focuses on being ready for the “what if” in life. For the previous week, he has practiced fire and lockdown drills. School staff...

Originally posted on J T Weaver:
My parents were often told that I was a precocious child, not that they needed to be told.  I didn’t always know why...

Where did it go? My children began their summer break from school 11 weeks ago. Days were filled with family, friends, sunshine and accomplishment. Highlights include time spent at Lake Michigan, local parks, the zoo and a...

Riff — my six-year-old, son, inspired me to introduce a new series of Sunday posts. He is always asking me, “What happens if …” Sometimes his questions are humorous; sometimes redundant....

Eight days until summer living fades to buzzing alarms, races to the bus stop, homework and stricter bedtime laws. Issa, Riff and I are nearly ready for September 3; the school start-date in Michigan....

I have tried to settle myself into my writer’s chair for blogging time. Busy fun with Issa and Riff challenge me with being consistent and punctual. So, I set a goal: six sentences each Monday...