Katherine's Coffeehouse

Today, the hate of the world weighs heavy, and I must remain a poet,

Saturdays were errand days, shopping and banking,

By Katherine Gotthardt   Often now, I think about death, usually at 3 a.m. when I wake to the thin […]

By Katherine Gotthardt   Mornings, I want to write deeply, delve into the beak of the cardinal by my window, […]

Somewhere here, we’ve got the trophy, proof we’re not “one of them.”

Based on the #vss365 writing prompt "waxwork"

Sixteen months in, well, I still work from my basement,

We women of certain age have seen some things. But we don’t always tell. We tuck lessons learned into our […]

I wrote this piece the day after the attack on the Capitol. May we always overcome, and may we never forget the fragility of peace.