Catherine Denton

Sterile walls met me like an unwanted antagonist and I hated their familiarity. Carrying food to a worried family, I tried to hope for ...

When I stood at the edge of teenhood, I pined for being old enough to babysit.  Mrs. Chaney took me under her wing and instructed me ...

We stare wordless in a win-less standoff. The angle of her brow reminds me of past years.  A vision of her five-year-old pout and uns...

I sit here trying to write out my thoughts but all that comes to me is sporadic pieces.  So guess what you're getting?  A bullet-in p...

This year I've undergone a journey of acknowledging my fears. Fears of being unloved or rejected. Fears of not measuring up in someo...

Do you remember how I wasn't a dog lover until I found out I was? (If not, see story here ) Fast forward to June. My daughter ask...

 photo from:  onemoviefiveviews.wordpress.com I watched A Shine of Rainbows  last weekend and I must say, I want to BE h...

On the day I was born, no one knew I was in the womb. I've always been good at hiding. My twin sister's heartbeat and my own ...

Dear Future Self, Remember me?  You're young, naive self? I hope our dreams have now become reality-- a published children...

My daughter didn't want me aboard the party bus.  The one rented for her sixteenth birthday party.  We had other chaperons so it shouldn...

I think I lost my innocence last year.  I know, that's an odd thing to say at the age of 43. It started when my boisterous Julia-Child...

I feel lucky in life; I have two best girlfriends.  One who's known me since birth.  Literally.  And the other who calls hersel...

I'm one of those people who draws furniture on graph paper before I move it.  I write a million schedules of my day--to be followed ...

The word Hope keeps running through my mind. Yesterday was tough.  First the news about Haiti .  So much loss and tragedy; it's ha...

Update:  Her biopsy went well and wasn't painful.  She won't know anything for 24-48 hours. My friend found a lump in her br...

Sometimes I dream of a clutter-free, vibrant-colored house. Clear of junk. But homey. Paint brushes standing in adorable little cans. A t...