Kathy Brasby Blog
New Ebook Release!
I've compiled some of my short stories about country life into a new eBook, The Overconfident Milk Truck and More Short stories. Click here to see the eBook site. The Overconfident Milk Truck is available in a ton of eBook formats, including epub and Mobi. You can...
Grass jelly
Because my nephew was a tall strapping young man with a healthy appetite, we got to pop open the can of grass jelly. I had prepared the meal for our family plus my nephew but decided we might be a tad bit short of food. I knew he ate like a linebacker. So I scoured...
The overconfident milk truck
All four of us kids were huddled around our old propane heater holding mugs of hot chocolate and surveying the snow outside. Yesterday’s blizzard had dumped a thick mat of snow that filled ditches and hid sidewalks. It had also forced the school buses to stay in the...
T-Bars
In the stone age of mountain skiing was the T-bar and there it should stay. A T-Bar Lift consisted of a steel rope looped over a series of wheels. A bar hung down from this steel cable with a horizontal cross piece at the bottom. Think of the idea of an upside-down T....
Over the trail
Sometimes it’s the destination. Sometimes it’s the journey that’s important. In this case, our daughter decided to spend a day crafting her own wire rabbit cage. She raised Dutch rabbits for 4-H and wanted to expand a little. So, in true 4-H fashion, she discovered...
Talking microwaves
Communication is such a fragile thing. I was blending the butter and sugar for cookies when younger son wandered into the kitchen. “Where’s that neck thing of Dad’s?” he asked. “Sore neck?” I pointed to the drawer under the microwave where I knew my husband stored a...
This thing about heights
Not long ago I noticed that I have a slight fear of heights. The seeds might have been planted when, as a child, I didn’t climb the trees clear to the top like my brother did. I may have missed an opportunity to immunize myself to heights at an early age. A photo...
Fooling
We called it Canal Street for a reason, even though its official name was Fletcher Street. But it took a newcomer just one rainstorm to understand Canal Street, where water from the entire town met to form a rushing river from curb to curb. As April Fools day...
What I don’t think
When I saw the pictures on Facebook commemorating the woman who sewed tiny teddy bears for her pet mouse, I knew I could take on this topic. You know. Mice. I’ve never sewed teddy bears for a pet mouse. Here’s why: I don’t sew and I don’t keep pet mice. I trap them....