Kathy Brasby Blog
Recovering from Grief
Let me tell you a little bit about one project that I have been working on since March. I was asked to write a chapter for "Death, Where is Your Sting?" a new book from Shari Howard McMinn. The book comes out on August 30 - which is National Grief Awareness Day - and...
Taking a Break
I've enjoyed sharing some stories with you on this website but now I'm going to take a break for a while. I have several big projects looming and I want to get a handle on them. I hope to take the stories I've shared and compile them into a small book. You'll hear...
How to Find the Perfect Cat
A friend recently asked me for advice about bringing a cat into her home. This alone put me on alert since my knowledge of cats is limited to our barn cats plus the kitten we rescued a few months ago. Since our rescued kitten turned into a friendly but ferocious tiger...
Google Translate Couldn’t Help Us
“What do you think this says?” my husband studied a small box he’d lifted from the shelf at the grocery store. “Do you know any of these words?” We were in a grocery store in Nogales, Mexico many years before Google Translate was available on our phones. Translation...
Slamming Down the Cookie
Have you ever wondered why so many famous chefs are male? Me, too. I should have some insights because I have sons. Let me explain. Back in the day, pushing the beaters into my mixer was guaranteed to bring at least one family member into the kitchen. A lot like the...
This Really Is Food
If I know you and you drop by at mealtime, you’ll get an invitation to sit and eat with us. I really do mean it, but you might want to give it some thought before you jump in. Or ask my nephew because he got to see my work first hand. I had the best of intentions....
Running Like Foofie
Sometimes the worst of duties can trigger the funniest of stories. You know how it is. You had to scoop six inches of snow from your driveway and met your future husband in the process. That didn’t happen to you? Well, another story, another day. This story involves...
Cycling With a Monkey
The hill outside our house was a quarter-mile long, declining at a 45-degree angle. What would you do if you were 14 and had a bike? And a hill? We lived beside a gravel road with the next neighbor a mile away. Our house was at the top of the hill. This hill could...
Discerning Palates
There’s no accounting for personal tastebuds. What my son relishes on his dinner place, my daughter disdains. That’s even true with our chickens. Nothing makes our little flock of chickens giddier than salad-making day because they get the ends of the celery, the...