Category: KatieShae Writes Blog

Expectation vs Reality

A little under two months ago, I registered our son Jameson for a toddler ballet class. At the time, he wasn’t even walking on his own yet! I felt that in two months he’d be running circles around me. Although he isn’t running per…

Sky Unknown

Hills and mountains rise in the distance. Peaks may reach above the clouds. Swirls of wind and gusts of air. Greenery growing like wisps of hair. Stretching toward the sky unknown. Rooted to the ground that’s home. Water flowing down, down, down. Paths of…

Perspective Part III

Part I and Part II In 6th grade I joined the basketball team. The girls’ team. I couldn’t play because I was a grade too young. So I acted as the team “manager” and participated in every practice and attended every game. Martha was…

Wild Woops

A little something written with youngsters in mind.  Woop there it is! Wiggle, waddle, widdle, woo, with one blue eye and a giant grin, the Wild Woops are back again. They sing, they dance, they jump, they play. They stay up all night and…

Love For You

I love you with my whole heart. I love you with my whole brain. I love you with my whole body. And, I’ll always love you just the same. I’ll love you forever more Every day, every hour, every minute, every second from 1…

Perspective Part II

Part I  We won. It’s just a conference game and it’s early in the season. But a W is a W. I’m the starting kicker on the varsity football team. And I’m the only girl. As the guys make their way to the locker…

Perspective A short story Part I

It started when I was five. This feeling that I was always watching myself as I lived. Walking, talking, running, playing, eating, drinking, sleeping. I see myself doing it all. I’m in the moment, I’m there in reality, and yet, I am also somewhere…

The Circle: A Poem

Gather round, the voices, do you hear that sound? The glorious chorus from above. The sky, atop the ground. Heaven and earth. Each planet. Every star. The sound of life. Hearts beating, souls pleading, eyes seeing, lips competing. Gather ‘round the loop, that never-ending…

Sitting

Only a chair can hold you like a cuddle; sitting, rocking, relaxing, spooning in a manufactured embrace. Holding, feeling, loving and wanting; needing that cushion for comfort but more importantly, stability. To feel weightless yet weighted. To know something is there to catch and…

There was Something She Wanted to Say: A Poem

There was something she wanted to say, But she wasn’t sure how to say it in the right way. Should she be open and honest, even if it hurts? Should she keep it all inside, until out it bursts? Should she whisper it only,…