I am Kathy B.

A candid tale of 20-something humanness and extended note to self.

(*Photo credit to  Nigel Howe *) We crossed a line, that night. It had been a week of staying up until 2am, saying everything except  t...
There was a moment, last summer,  when I stood, naked , in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom, and cried. I call it ' ...
It can be tough: being human . Know that you are not alone in it: in your vulnerability , and your sadness, and your struggle. Life is n...
We argued about his trip once. It wasn't that I didn't want him to go. It was just that, I didn't want him to go. Not for so...
He was my friend, before he wasn't . We sat next to each other in Maths, and I was a bit shy and gawky with other people but seemed...
I've been thinking a lot lately about the stories we collect: the defining experiences and the touching moments and the precious memo...
You are you , and you are the only you that the world will ever see, and that's spectacular, really, isn't it? Society will try t...
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