Kate Wicker

Storyteller & Speaker

You Call This a Diet?

When I hit the elliptical trainer, I like to read candy for the mind (as in junk). It’s a guilty pleasure and perhaps one I need to give up this Lent and beyond, especially after reading this while flipping through a fashion magazine this weekend: “There’s a backlash against diets that don’t include food becauseRead the whole post >>

Honey, I Shrunk the Blog Header

Yes, I realize my blog header looks ridiculous, but I can’t figure out how to fix it. I don’t even really know how I goofed it up in Photobucket. (NOTE TO SELF: You are a writer, not a designer.) Bear with me and my goofy-looking blog until I get help from my designer. And, yes,Read the whole post >>

Pace Yourself

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” The world is theirs. “An artist,” says the five-year-old. “A ladybug!” shouts the two-year-old. “A-yiiiiiiii,” says the baby. They cuddle close, waiting for their lives to unfold. Waiting. I fear it. I want to micromanage. Take my life – and sometimes theirs – and makeRead the whole post >>

Plan B*

As my readers know, I was really looking forward to making it to confession today. I arrived early, so I’d be one of the first folks in line. Then I waited. And waited. Just a few months earlier I’d driven one hour to my parents’ house, so they could watch my girls while I wentRead the whole post >>

“She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.”

―Flannery O'Connor