Katherine Mahon Holmes writes

This morning I resumed meditation. I sat myself down on my meditation pillow, which has been kindly waiting for me for too long. Months. I listened to a Buddha lesson as my meditation. It’s a new app. I know. I know. Not exactly meditation. But I have to ease back into it. I have the kind of energy where, when I start something, I’m all in. I’m enthusiastic. My mind is present. I have every intention of seeing whatever it is through. And when the project or discipline gets go

My terrible memory could be from my ADHD, or—God help me—signs of early dementia, or, like a lot of people in their sixties who say they can’t even remember where they left their keys five minutes ago, maybe it’s just an age thing. There are long stretches of my life I don’t remember clearly. High school, especially, exists more as a feeling than a series of events. Faces blur. Years collapse. When I reach for details, my mind offers very little in return. Those years were ab

“Ha! #47. That was a good one,” we’d laugh. That is one of the jokes my siblings and I throw out when we surround a kitchen island,...

Every Christmas season, when I get to wrapping presents, a 35-year-old memory returns. It was the first December of my first real career...

Rocky Boat There are days when my insides just feel unsettled. Ungrounded. If I were a boat, it would be on a day when the waves were...

I changed the light bulb in the bathroom exhaust fan with my four-year-old granddaughter, Chloe. We visited the bathroom several times...

It is evening, the end of a long day moving my son into his new apartment. Returning the Uhaul truck, I turn right, up Cove Street. A...

I Will Follow You to Virgie, a beautiful song about a young man going back to his hometown for the funeral of his high school buddy's...

By Katherine Mahon From The Aputampkon Review, Vol 1 Voices from Downeast Maine & Coastal New Brunswick Canada 2006 pages 100-103...

Healing from grief has many faces. Many of them are awkward. Traveling through uncharted waters with no script to follow. And oddly...

March 11, 2023 Route 9 is a long 2-hour stretch of road in Maine from Bangor to Calais. If you have driven this road, you have...

These days, life events can easily be described through a phrase from a children's book, as I am reading more of them lately to toddlers...

Three square pillows all bearing a distinct clean hem line, rest on the made bed. Two, charcoal gray. One, oatmeal. All the same...

I couldn’t NOT write about my time spent with my (shhhhhh favorite) niece, her significant other, and their newborn twin boys. I’ve been...

The sun is shining through large windows in a clubhouse gym, in a housing development where my niece and her significant other live. It...

I joined an online creative writing class a couple of months ago. When I’m in the class, I feel a childlike delight stretching across my...

December 17, 2022 Dear Jake, A theme started way back when your father and I were young enough that he could not pronounce my name...

Coincidence or not, I rummaged through older writing pieces and landed on this one, which I will share with you momentarily. It was...

It's October 2, 2022. Fall's here. It's a beauty this year. December, you will have been gone 3 years. If it were you, not me, living...

Today I got to teach Chloe where her heart resides. I know my days are numbered with her. I could get out a calendar and have a pretty...