Author Archives: Kathleen O'Hanlon

My new garden has stepping stones Of a flagstone called Palomino They are all a grey-blue color But to get to them you must cross a bed of small white stones. I picked them for the crunching sound they make underfoot.  I take Small steps and slow down for the pleasure of the sound. MyContinue reading “The Raft”

A short story            It’s 11:15 at night.  I’m still at the sink, but only the big tickets items remain unwashed.  The enamel Le Creuset pan and the silvery frying pans.  And the wine glasses.  The bulbous thin-skinned wine glasses, which look so simple and inviting on the table with even just the last twoContinue reading “54 Items”

The dawns and dusks are pinks and pearls I study them: when I first get up as I look to see if my sprinklers are working from my car window on my way home to keep myself from looking at my phone through the trees as I place plates on the table for dinner HowContinue reading “Pinks and Pearls”

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 (andContinue reading “Why Caterina?”