My name is Kathy Nickerson, and I live on Mercy Street – physically and figuratively.

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May 8, 2009 4 Comments

Dear Claire, Ada, Macy, Elena, Adele, and Nola, and any granddaughters yet to come… This weekend will be Mother’s Day, and I’m celebrating it by telling you about some of the wonderful mothers in your lineage. I can only tell you about the ones on this branch of the tree and only as far back [...]

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My Posse

April 23, 2009 5 Comments

We are blessed with a passel of grandchildren. Until recently, they all lived within an hour of our house, which was a miracle we held as lightly as a soap bubble in summertime. Now three of the granddaughters live in different states and we are learning the art of distance relationships. We aren’t very good [...]

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Reckon: to regard or think of as. That is how Mr .Webster defines the word, and it is a good description of what I went through over the weekend. I attended a writer’s conference at a little lake retreat that was actually billed as a Mentoring Conference. That meant I actually had to decide if [...]

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One of my favorite traditions involves otherwise sensible grown-ups clawing through the tall grass of my father’s sheep pasture looking for little plastic ovals filled with chocolate eggs and marshmallow chickens. We’ve followed this particular tradition for at least three decades. Before that, Easter Sunday was marked by a picnic somewhere in my great-grandparent’s woods. [...]

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Choosing Well

March 30, 2009 3 Comments

I ignored the treadmill this morning. Of course, I regret that decision now because I’m sitting at my desk all sluggish and Mondayish, and I know fifteen minutes at 3.0 miles per hour would have changed my whole perspective. It is pretty shameful to admit that is my minimum daily requirement on the dreaded machine. [...]

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This week marks the anniversary of one of my favorite days in all of history after the Resurrection: the day Felicity was born. I won’t tell you how old she is, but I will tell you I’ve come to an amazing realization: Our daughters are not girls anymore.  I remember when Felicity was fifteen and [...]

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Facing Fear

March 24, 2009 6 Comments

Today I faced two of my greatest fears: rain and bridges. Not that I’m technically afraid of either. I love listening to rain when I’m safely tucked inside my little house, and bridges can be lovely in pictures. But I hate driving in rain or over bridges. Today, I did both. Then I faced the [...]

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