Katherine Nesbitt
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I write social commentary in the forms of novels, poetry, short stories, satire, speeches, and will be releasing a poetry audiobook.
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Stress is the Leading Cause of Death
It's true that unhealthy people find early graves. American's especially have a high prevalence of heart disease, diabetes, and cancer. We know there are unhealthy things like french fries, cigarettes, and toxin exposure which can attribute to these diseases. Even the sun damages our skin; the biggest organ of the body. People often search for health remedies and eternal youth through a plethora of goods. People take things like collagen, testosterone, or CoQ10 to be healthier and look younger. We often times don't realize that it's stress causing everything from our weight gain, gray hairs, wrinkles and inability to sleep at night.
By Katherine Nesbitt4 years ago in Longevity
The Maddening Happening
I sit here with a blank notebook and an empty bottle of Lithium wondering when I’ll start feeling like myself again. I have grown accustomed to a week of hypomania and attribute all of my great ideas to that state of madness. What is normal and why do we idealize it? I try to write and nothing comes. It’s meaningless to force inspiration. I have a setting, character development and a storyline, yet what I produce has somehow missed its intended mark. Am I in some way different than I was even three weeks ago? Where is the passion that turns the wheels inside of my head to create something from nothing? The power of words is just that: the ability to create, to bring meaning and purpose.
By Katherine Nesbitt4 years ago in Psyche
Peculiar Packages
Melody logged off of her computer and headed to the elevator in her office. Being a mortgage broker these days was quite lucrative and she loved her job. She worked for a company that knew how to take care of its employees. The company was making money hand-over-fist due to the housing boom and had plenty of money to throw around.
By Katherine Nesbitt4 years ago in Fiction
Old Man Red's Barn
Edith and Rozelynne were two ordinary girls, living in the very ordinary town of Woodbury, Tennessee, where the leading cause of death among adolescents was boredom. As summer faded into a distant memory, the girls prepared to start junior high at the local middle school. They were neighbors on Hillcrest Lane, a quiet street tucked away in their sleepy little town. They loved to walk to the Five and Dime, wade in the creek, and watch movies at the cinema; the only place they were forbidden to go was Old Man Red’s barn.
By Katherine Nesbitt5 years ago in Fiction
Chaldea Lost
The sunlight refracted off of the water bag and sent little sparkles dancing across the forest floor as Angela hung a camping shower from a maple tree. She was a few miles outside of Portland, Oregon. She glanced around to make sure she was alone, before stripping out of her army green tactical jacket, t-shirt, and shimmying out of her jeans.. She hung her clothing on a nearby branch along with the only jewelry she owned, a small heart shaped locket. It had been a gift from her grandmother on her 18th birthday. Crafted of sterling silver and set with an aquamarine in the center, it held a picture of her grandparents on their wedding day. Becoming the recipient of this prized family heirloom had made her the envy of her sisters. Angela figured Grandma had chosen her to have it because they shared the same birthday - March 21st, the Spring Equinox - and therefore the aquamarine was both of their birthstones.
By Katherine Nesbitt5 years ago in Futurism
My Photo Journal
I create my happiness when I write in my memory journal. A pair of Fiskars scissors and some washi tape along with a few photos is enough to capture any moment in time. I write about my family, holidays, and vacations. I have a condition that could lead to memory loss so my memories are very important to me.
By Katherine Nesbitt5 years ago in Journal
They Call Her Carmeline
My mother is the strongest woman I know. She was born in 1947 just as WWII was ending and grew up in a time period before a woman could get a checking account or business loan without a male cosigner. She still had a lot of fun working as a carhop, a waitress and on the Johnny Cash show in the 1970’s before she settled down and had kids.
By Katherine Nesbitt5 years ago in Humans
