Standing amid a sea of tourists on the teeming Boulevard Saint Germain, I watch as the sidewalk artist works his magic on my sister, who sits posed before him. We are in Paris for the weekend, the result of an incredible airfare originating from Dublin, where we are spending two weeks of the summer withContinue reading “A Mid-Summer’s Daydream”
Author Archives: Kathy Simmons
In Search of Picasso
You didn’t say anything about a nude model!” my sister whispered to me, her hushed voice a mixture of both shock and delight. It was the very first night of Sculpting. , a Continuing Education course offered at the local high school, a stone’s throw from our Stuyvesant Town, NYC apartment. I always loved the idea ofContinue reading “In Search of Picasso”
Nuns, Fists and Arithmetic
Do you remember the days of the old school yard? Cat Stevens
“I made it through the rain“
My “letter to the editor” of the Irish Times published this week☘️
Frogs, in Life and Death
I have always loved frogs. It started the day my father, he too a frog lover, brought my three sisters and me, to the downstairs pet department of Woolworth’s five and dime. Standing before a random aquarium, I spotted a brilliant flash of jade green, gleefully darting around the tank. And then, as if sensingContinue reading “Frogs, in Life and Death”
2 Years Gone but remembered always
Missing Mag today, on the two year Anniversary of her death..
I Will Remember You
In my role as a Psychiatric Technician, the goal is to care for patients with professionalism and warmth while maintaining boundaries, within that working relationship. But sometimes, there are certain people who touch your heart in a way you do not expect. The reason may not be clear; they remind you of someone dear fromContinue reading “I Will Remember You”
Unsung Heroes
Sometimes, it is those in the background, the ones who are not center stage, that make a difference. The heroes among us who do their work, unceremoniously unnoticed. I have chosen three colleagues of mine from the Psych hospital where I work, who touch the lives of our patients every day and whose acts ofContinue reading “Unsung Heroes”
On the road, The Wild Atlantic Way
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so, on the road…Jack Kerouac
Nature’s Door
“Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.” Emily Dickinson We visited the Amalfi Coast on our honeymoon twenty-five years ago. One distinct memory was the colorful tiles which hung aside the front door of each hillside dwelling displaying the home’s number. Each different in theme and no doubt chosen to reflect the personality of the resident. TheContinue reading “Nature’s Door”
Shangri-La 