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This is where I share my writing. You can see photos of my garden, my cat, my fountain pens, etc. at @kathleen.caterina on Instagram.
This is the place that I share my writing — bits of novel, memoir, essays, poetry. I’ve been asked about the Caterina part of my Instagram name. I like to travel. I like travelling in Italy. On a recent trip I was nominated as the person in the group who spoke the best Italian (and… Read more
Board Meeting — Angel Investors
A meeting of my angel investors was held yesterday, November 13, 2020. This was a specially called meeting, which I requested in order to get some direction on my immediate creative pursuits. This is the transcript of my presentation. Attendees: Kathleen.Caterina – CEO and CCO (Chief Creative Officer)Lavender – Chairman of the board/lead museOlga – Board… Read more
Starched Linen #3 – London Restaurant
Another piece in an occasional series of little glimpses of writing The Italian restaurant on the strange triangular corner. I’d passed it endless times on my way to the office. I wanted to go there to eat sometime. On the right day, with the right person, not in a sad, lacking way but something… Read more
I’ve read that in the past week one of the things on Kamala Harris’s to do list was to select her Secret Service code name. She picked “Pioneer.” It seems perfect. I found myself wondering if she’d been thinking about this before now – back when she first threw her hat in the presidential… Read more
Memrise Envy – My Journey to 5,000 Words
I’m worried about Enrique Carlos Saavredra de Moreno*. He has been part of my daily life for months now, the carrot at the end of the stick. Always ahead of me, keeping me going. And now he’s gone. Enrique Carlos Saavedra de Moreno is the top person on the leaderboard in Memrise’s 5,000 Most… Read more
Starched Linen #2 – The Train to Lyon
This is a character sketch from my novel in process “White Acts.” She had only met her mother’s cousin once. When she was a teenager, already fully ensconced in her ballet training, she and her mother, Marie, had gone for a visit. Her father had not gone for some reason. Work probably. The luxury of… Read more
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