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April 1, 2015 2 Comments

how we spend our days

sunriseAnnie Dillard wrote, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives,” a line that resonated deeply with me when I first read it years ago.

“How We Spend Our Days” is also the name of a wonderfully intimate monthly series in which writers (including some of my favorites) share glimpses of the private lives and processes behind the words we share with the world.

Today, I’m honored to be the guest writer over at Catching Days.

Please do come visit, read my essay, and say hello over at Cynthia Newberry Martin’s lovely site.  Click here.

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  1. Marilyn LePan says

    April 1, 2015 at 10:36 pm

    Katrina, After reading your books I followed you regularly and really enjoyed all your
    blogs and thoughts, after going through a change in email I had lost touch with you
    and today you came to mind so I googled you and loved reading your April 1st writing
    Because my grand sons are Jack and Henry I feel really close to you. I also have
    2 sons Craig and Steve and I remember writing to you about daughter in laws
    a daughter is a daughter all of her life and a son is a son until he takes a wife.
    As I have been out of touch, any signs of marriage with your Jack and Henry?
    I can’t wait for your thoughts then. Keep doing what you are doing you are a
    gifted writer and make a lot of people happy.
    Marilyn

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    • Katrina Kenison says

      April 2, 2015 at 2:01 pm

      Hi Marilyn — We certainly do have a collection of shared family names between us! (My mom is named Marilyn and my husband is Steve.) I’m so glad you Googled and found your way back to my site. I even remember your letter from way back. Although some of my closest friends are now grandmothers it’s not in the cards for me any time soon; both of my guys are fully involved in school (Jack) and career (Henry). Thanks so much for your note and welcome back!

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