Author Archives: Kathleen G. White

About Kathleen G. White

Kathleen White is a writer living on the edge of Puget Sound and sizing up the discrepancies.

Beginning the Season of Gratitude and Endings

  Such a strange time of year—the beginning of a holiday season, tilting toward gatherings of community and lights and feasting, even as, and of course because, the daylight is diminishing, and the natural world goes lean. I can never … Continue reading

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Midsummer afternoon, 2017

It’s a beautiful, sunny afternoon in what’s turning out to be an unusually sunny, rain-free summer in the Pacific Northwest, and my yard is a mess. Once upon a time I was a landscape laborer, so I actually do know … Continue reading

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Eagle Release, 10/30/2016: A Story for Winter Solstice

  There are things that are absolutely worth getting out of bed for. I’d come home past midnight from a quick trip up and back to Canada; a wedding– wonderful people I hadn’t seen in years, but a hard turnaround … Continue reading

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Full Moon, September, 2016

It’s been a long busy summer, warmer and clearer than usual for the Pacific Northwest, and I’m still technically on my break.  But it’s also one of those years when, just as the last day of August clicked over to … Continue reading

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An Old Memory, a Correction, a Valentine

Sometimes you don’t know when it’s going to show up, or that it was even on its way. A couple of weeks ago I was standing in the wildlife shelter at nine AM, listening to our morning report.  It’s the … Continue reading

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September 5th: International Vulture Awareness Day

A text message pinged on the phone as I was making breakfast this morning: a friend in Seattle, a print artist–  “I just heard that it’s Vulture Awareness Day!  Thinking of you!” I was actually getting ready to leave for … Continue reading

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Listening to Crosby Stills and Nash on a Saturday Morning

I don’t think anyone would describe me as a traditionalist.  While I came from a perfectly solid, four-square 1950s American upbringing, as we headed into the space-race 1960s with great energy and hope, we ran into some serious snags.  It … Continue reading

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