Kate Wicker

Storyteller & Speaker

The Picture

The Picture The painter has with his brush transferred the landscape to the canvas with such fidelity that the trees and grasses seem almost real; he has made even the face of a maiden seem instinct with life, but there is one picture so beautiful that no painter has ever been able to perfectly reproduceRead the whole post >>

I (Almost) Heart My Mom Bod

Someone recently referred to my five-year-old as a “skinny, little thing.” A lot of women would love to have someone use those adjectives to describe them, but not my girl. Madeline was aghast. “I am not skinny,” she said with great indignation placing her hand on her jutted out (skinny) hip. “Y…” I stopped myself.Read the whole post >>

Some Further Thoughts on Feminism, Motherhood, and Having It All

I recently wrote a column for Inside Catholic that pointed a finger at certain schools of feminist thought for making women feel like less instead of more. The article sparked an interesting dialogue (some of the comments took issue with the column) and has prompted further thoughts from me. One of the many challenges ofRead the whole post >>

Noise

“Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!” From Dr. Seuss’s The Grinch Who Stole Christmas Mr. Grinch, you and me both. This may very well be the most wonderful time of the year, but it’s also the nosiest. All is not calm, asRead the whole post >>