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Katrina Kenison

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parenting journey

The parenting road doesn’t end, it just changes, until you look back and marvel at the distances covered and the transformations that occurred along the way.  Newborns turn into kids with skinned knees, adolescents become college students far from home, and one day a grown son pulls out his credit card and offers to buy you dinner. I wouldn’t have traded any of it, not even the sleepless nights. Writing is a way of remembering. Read more about my parenting journey, or browse the archive of stories below.

A Religion of One’s Own

A Religion of One’s Own

The first thing I did when I found out I was pregnant, twenty-five years ago this winter, was get in…
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Full circle

Full circle

Times Square, New York City, early on a Sunday morning, summer 1996.  The day before, we’d taken our son Henry,…
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Ready for Air–and a give-away

Ready for Air–and a give-away

It wasn’t lost on me that I read Kate Hopper’s lovely memoir, Ready for Air, earlier this month, while in…
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This is 55

This is 55

I’ve been fifty-five for a little over a week now. Rounding this corner, finding myself squarely in the long-shadowed afternoon…
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September afternoon

September afternoon

A Saturday afternoon in September, the last of them.  Where the air leaves off and my skin begins, I can’t…
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Time in a bottle

Time in a bottle

I spent most of yesterday morning in the kitchen with my son Jack, windows open to the September air.  In ten…
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Katrina Kenison
I’m a wife, the mother of two sons, a passionate reader, a former editor, a slow writer, a friend, a seeker. Somewhere along the way, I realized that a good life is made up not of peak moments but of many small ones – imperfect, fleeting, ordinary, precious. And so I slowed down and began to pay attention. Writing, it turns out, is a way of noticing.

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The Way to Start a Day The way to start a day is t The Way to Start a Day The way to start a day is this: Go outside and face the east and greet the sun with some kind of blessing or chant or song that you made yourself and keep for early morning. 

The way to make the song is this: Don't try to think what words to use until you're standing there alone. When you feel the sun you'll feel the song, too. Just sing it... 

A morning needs to be sung to. A new day needs to be honored... 

Your song will be an offering and you'll be one more person in one more place at one more time in the world saying hello to the sun, letting it know you are there. If the sky turns a color sky never was before just watch it. That's part of the magic. That's the way to start a day. 

~ Byrd Baylo
As I begin to think of myself as a cancer survivor As I begin to think of myself as a cancer survivor, with all the gratitude and uncertainty that phrase contains, turning 67 feels like a milestone, a time to reflect on what it all means. I spent my birthday writing -- a gift to myself, and to you, too. A new blog post is up on my site, please come visit. (Also, I'm giving away a book I love!) https://www.katrinakenison.com/2025/10/04/you-cant-have-it-all/
“The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the s “The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad monotonous song. “Summer is over and gone, over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.” “ ~ E. B. White, “Charlotte’s Web.” It is surely the most poignant soundtrack of our year, and these nights I step outside before bed to listen with my whole body. Sad, yes, but never monotonous.  #crickets #autumn
“It is this way with wonder: it takes a bit of pat “It is this way with wonder: it takes a bit of patience, and it takes putting yourself in the right place at the right time. It requires that we be curious enough to forgo our small distractions in order to find the world.” ~ Aimee Nezhukumatathil.  Stepping outside at dusk tonight, we found ourselves in the right place. #maine #baileyisland #wonder #sunset #summer
“One of those days where you listen long enough to “One of those days where you listen long enough to the sound of sea birds & the water & the wind & you give up words for a while because none of them are big enough.” ~ Brian Andreas.  To rise early on a summer morning  is always a happiness.  But after two and a half weeks of elevating my leg and staying off my feet, a slow walk to the beach at dawn  felt like a pilgrimage, a return to myself.  What a gift it is to heal, to know our bodies will do their best to become whole, and to feel strength and energy return.  #Healing
Since my most recent surgery a week ago, I've been Since my most recent surgery a week ago, I've been spending my days right here, with my bandaged leg elevated above my heart. Suddenly, there is time -- to think, to remember, to write my way into a new way of being. It's been a long time since I posted on my blog, but there's a new essay there now. (Link in my profile.)

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