Katherine
Mahon
Holmes
writes

I recently watched “The Four Seasons” and found myself unexpectedly identifying with the woman who had become, perhaps, a little fixated on a toddler. Which led me to an uncomfortable question: Am I baby crazy?

As I rose at my regular 4 a.m. hour (it was actually more like 3:40 🙄), in the bathroom mirror I caught a glimpse of myself. My hair has gotten longer—like my adult daughter’s hair. Last night, before bed, in front of this same mirror, I was able to put my hair up high in a messy bun, the way she’s done with her hair forever. Her beautiful blonde hair, with natural lowlights, has not been short since the fifth or sixth grade (which was also just as beautiful on her). So she

My friend, who is more than a friend, is my chosen neighbor. My chosen family. A driveway and a small hill sit between us. An easy ninety-second walk. She was supposed to turn a large shed into an office for her counseling practice. That was the plan. We had it placed on my land during a time when plans still felt like something you could count on. But life moved faster than that. The pandemic shifted everything. She skipped right past the office and built herself a home. Jus

You don't always know what you'll need after someone dies. Sometimes, it's a place that holds you.

By Katherine Mahon From The Aputampkon Review, Vol 1 Voices from Downeast Maine & Coastal New Brunswick Canada 2006 pages 100-103 Revised, May 2023 Gram poured her coffee into her cup, every morning. Dropped in one spoonful of sugar and stirred. The spoon touching the edges as it circled around and around, stirring more than necessary, making a clinking sound that annoyed my mother. That sound irritated my mom every morning of her life since she could remember. My mom never

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 here a week and I’ve been too much in the moment, it’s only right now I am inspired to write. My heart is breaking just a little bit as I am smack in the middle of witnessing my niece in her own growth spurt. Last night was the twin's dad’s first overnight work day, leaving mom with the boys for 24+ hours. The not-so-new-now parents have bee