Katherine D. Graham
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My stories usually present facts, supported by science as we know it, that are often spoken of in myths. Both can help survival in an ever-changing world.
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The Warmth of a Snow Angel
The long dark nights of the winter in the northern hemisphere offer the occasion to recall and dwell in memories that appear in the waking dreams of nostalgia. Trauma can do strange things to memories. Memories are often blocked. Thankfully, age seems to be able to heal some of the scars, so trapped memories can be released and emit the light and warmth of the hearth located in the heart.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Families
Thank you Vic
Dear Vic About 50 years ago you were one of the first Chinese immigrants I met. You had come to Canada and got a job as an actuary at the local insurance company. I remember thinking that you must have a very stark black and white way of seeing things, because that is what statistics meant to me when I was young. You were about 10 years older than me, I think, but you have always been a timeless youth and have always said, “There is no time.” Over the years I have begun to understand.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Humans
Thank you Maternal Grandmothers Originating from the Land Between Sea and Sky
Dear Maternal Grandmas of the Fardella family tree, Sweet ghosts from my maternal family line that run through mitochondrial DNA in all males and females of the Fardella lineage, thank you for being the powerhouse, of habits, traditions and change. Your spirit moved Homer, Ovid, Virgil, Euripides and now me, to write myths about Sicily, the land between sea and sky that celebrates love as a form of spirituality.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Humans
A Golinda and Gallopatrot Adventure: The Wizard explains about trees and Gallopatrot's base way of thinking.
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished." Golinda had heard the prophecy, ever since the Wizard had taken her under his wings, after her roots had been severed. She was proof that the growth of a tree can be stimulated after its roots are cut.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
A Golinda and Gallopatrot Adventure: The Wizard Helps Golinda Trust Gallopatrot and Hear the Trees.
'The river ran backward on the day the queen vanished'. It was as it had been written. Golinda had heard the story many times. However, this morning, as the winds howled under the aubergine clouds streaked with fuchsia, she awake and realized that she was moody and needed to speak with the Wizard for guidance.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Mater visits Mr. Toad in Hell
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. That is unless you dare distract the one-eyed king guarding the Fairy Ring. The Mater had invited herself into the ancient realm of Ogama, the trickster Toad and Yokai demon who sat underneath his toadstool, under the great mountain. He grown large and dangerous and remained hidden, behind his rainbow breath, until his long, powerful, sticky tongue reached out to catch most anything.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Horror
Don’t open the door: Humbug
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The brain is uniquely wired to interpret ambiguous patterns. With a slight distortion, the words Laurel and Yanni can become acoustically ambiguous. Yanni, meaning ‘you know’ or 'God is gracious'; sounds like Laurel, the symbol of achievement or a military victory, that gives prosperity and fame. Much of what we hear depends upon what we’re expecting to hear.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Horror
The Devil’s Interval
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Yet, each individual is damned to break this rule. Like water, following the path of least resistance, individuals go with the flow, drawn into a current that pushes outward from obstructions upstream. Some leap along the rungs of a ladder making a best guess as how to live. Some follow like lemmings over a cliff. Others feed from the trees of knowledge and life, that once fed the ancestors, tasting the forbidden apple, with a star at its core.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Horror
