Kate Wicker

Storyteller & Speaker

Daddy, M.D.

2-year-old, noticing Daddy is in a white coat rather than just scrubs one morning: Is Daddy ‘weally’ a doctor? Me: Yes. 2-year-old: Why you a doctor, Daddy? Daddy: What else should I be? 2-year-old: A daddy. (Like duh.) To patients and his colleagues, my husband may be a radiologist, someone who interprets images to helpRead the whole post >>

Mass Mishap

First Friday Mass went well for the most part. I’m choosing to overlook the fact that 2-year-old Rae pointed to the priest during the first reading and said very loudly, “Why’s ‘dat’ man sleeping?” Yes, Father’s eyes were closed, but how do you explain contemplative prayer to a toddler? You don’t because when you try,Read the whole post >>

Horse Crazy

I thought Madeline was horse crazy, but her affinity for four-legged beasts is lukewarm compared to her little sister’s. We cannot get Rae get off this horse at Nana and Pop’s. At home, she runs up and down our hallway and asks to be called the Black Stallion. She also keeps asking when she canRead the whole post >>

Worth the Interruption

Toddler, knocks on bathroom door and then opens it before I can say, “Come in.” (or, “Privacy, please!”): Need help wiping, Mommy? Thanks, but no thanks. Me: That’s okay. Door shuts. Then opens again. Toddler: I ‘fogot,’ Mommy. I ‘fogot’ to say, “I love you, Mommy.” I love you, Mommy. Good bye.

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

―Flannery O'Connor