Author Archives: Kathleen G. White

He came bounding down out of the cab of the septic truck in a much-worn jumpsuit , shaggy gray hair and a beard.  He may have been a sort of rugged hippy type when he was younger—bright working class kid … Continue reading →

Several weeks ago I opened my door on a Sunday morning to find the upper third of it filled with a large spider web—a classic in terms of design—and in the center of the web a resident, presumably the designer, … Continue reading →

So in January I started the new year firmly on the ground and clear-eyed,  joining an annual midnight burn with friends, willing to take on the dubious benefit of being single again, and things looked pretty good; by mid-month the … Continue reading →

On my way back from a long meeting at work I swung into a Starbucks in an upscale shopping center. It was still mid-afternoon, and I was hoping to beat the traffic, and as I stood in line I scanned … Continue reading →

I read this article in the Washington Post the other morning: U-Md., Pulitzer winner’s friends locked in messy battle over her estate, legacy By Michael S. Rosenwald, and it tripped a familiar theme for me. Katherine Anne Porter has been … Continue reading →

This point in November, before everything begins to build, this is a spare and beautiful time of year. I remember the Midwest in November, dove brown and gray and dust-colored, with the black trunks of trees, branches empty against the … Continue reading →

A colleague asked me if I had a blog, and I remembered that this one was in mothballs.  For any number of reasons, this seems like the perfect time to bring it back out;