My Living the Field Page

Or is it?

I was dreaming that I was asleep. I mean, I was asleep ... but I was also dreaming. And the dream I was having inside my dream was that I was dreaming.

Drat, this isn't coming out right!

I'm asleep. I am dreaming.

The dream I am having is that I am asleep.

The dream me is also dreaming that I am asleep.

It's like this mobius strip of dreaming Kates.

And because it's my dream, we're all beautiful, perfectly coifed, no drool and certainly no snoring. Shush, this is my dr… Continue

It started with a dream.

I dreamed that my daughters Maggie and Missy and I went to the Newport Aquarium down by Cincinnati. We were walking by a large aquarium full of really bizarre looking creatures in a simulated deep sea environment and Missy quipped "wow, something smells fishy in here!" I told her to put a quarter in the pun jar and that's about all I remember of the dream.

Two days later, at 2:00 pm on Sunday, September 14, our power went out. Although we didn't know it at the time, it… Continue

The Hurricane, that is

On Sunday, September 14, at 2:00 p.m. hurricane Ike whipped through the Ohio Valley and left some 2.5 million people without power.

One hundred seventy hours and seven minutes later (that is, Sunday, September 21 at 4:07 p.m.) our power finally was restored. As I write these words, there are still a hundred thousand or so people around the state without power, and some of them may be that way for most of the upcoming week.

Because we run our own servers, all of o… Continue

It's been nine years now

Couldn't decide if I was going to write about it this year. Before I went to bed, I said no. The more I've thought on it today, the more I think I want to. No, not want. Need. I need to talk (Write) about it.

Nine years ago today, I went to sleep a mother of five, with four daughters and a son. When I woke up, I was a mother of four. Just like *that* my son had passed away in his sleep, leaving me a mother of four daughters.… Continue

Tomorrow -- just a little over 24 hours from now, in fact -- it will be April 25th. This is one of the days I dread each year. I didn't always dread that day. In fact, in 1999, it was one of the happiest days of my life. On that day in 1999, my son was born at 4:28 a.m. Now, however, it's bittersweet. It's a reminder that I don't have a son. I think his birthday hits me even harder than the day of his death. The feelings build longer, and seem to grow more.

It's hard to describe the feelings. I… Continue