Kristin Catherwood

Of Unacceptable Gifts

“Never give a knife as a gift. It will cut the friendship.” – Edith Bernard, 96,…
Mastery, and Truth

For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into…
That Time I Did Stop for the Pelicans

Lots of times, instead of afterwards asking, “why didn’t I?” I did stop. Sometimes it’s easier…
Grub Line Runners

Fellas who would spend the winter moving from one farm or ranch to the next, doing…
What the Sunset Taught Me (or dawn)

What I’ve learnt from the sunset is this: it won’t last long so pay attention it…
Why Didn’t I?

This past summer I drove halfway around the world. I never left the prairies, but still,…
Time Passes

Time passes, slips away, recedes right before my very eyes. It’s that time of year again,…
Shadows Lengthen

As the season changes, so too does the light. Shadows lengthen. It’s hard to know if…
Lament for Cecilia

O, Cecilia! You most faithful of all faithful hounds You Argus waiting at the door You…
Gleaning

“And when you reap the harvest of your land, you shall not reap your field right…