Author: Kate ONeill

We went to a fundraiser in our neighborhood on Sunday afternoon where, among other discoveries, we found out that hit songwriter Gretchen Peters lives down the street from us (although we’re not sure exactly which house). So out of idle

I booked a cruise this morning! It’s only a four-day cruise, but it’s both the week of our meeting anniversary and Karsten’s birthday, and I bet it’ll be just what the doctor should have ordered. And another cool thing: we’re

Two of the Google News Alerts I have set up, one for “bisexual” and one for “Daryl Hall,” have been sending out stories like mad over the past few days. In case you’re not also interested in both bisexuality and

I forgot to mention that the priest from my parents’ parish, who gave the blessing on my brother and sister-in-law Saturday night, was wonderful. He delivered this lovely speech about how everyone needs someone, and love isn’t only what we

I said I would post about it but I haven’t yet, so here it is: I’m in the process of making arrangements to go stay with my parents for an extended period of time to help out in whatever way

I’m just now getting around to listening to “Moody Bluegrass: A Nashville Tribute to the Moody Blues,” which I got from the library a week or so ago. Harley Allen, a singer-songwriter I know, is one of the featured vocalists

I feel very disconnected with LJ and email lately — I’ve barely been able to keep up. I apologize to everyone for not reading enough to know what’s going on in your lives. I’ll catch up soon, I’m sure. In