by Kathleen Pellegrino | Feb 3, 2021 | After the Party, charity, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks
It’s a cold day in February, St. Blaise Day, the martyr and saint of the Blessing of the Throats. I have a son whose middle name is Blaise after the Italian Bishop whose reputation includes a love of children and saving one such child from choking on a fish...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Jan 13, 2021 | Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life
Often folks have shared with me what I call, great ‘rhetoric.’ What do I mean by ‘rhetoric’ in this context? Wordy constructs which, at first, sound great to the ear or to the eye. A good orator may fool the ear and a great writer certainly may...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Jan 7, 2021 | After the Party, charity, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks
I walked my two miles this morning in the cold with some spotty but cold winds blowing. I almost turned around for home but stayed the course. And I thought, “Staying the course is a choice.” When the winds blow cold, should we run for cover? When the...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Dec 31, 2020 | After the Party, charity, Christmas Story, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks
How do I describe this holiday season? It was different. It was also quite wonderful. Our very large family celebrated by installments of small groups over four days. The problem is it meant eating rich foods over four days and being overwhelmed slightly by the...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Dec 9, 2020 | charity, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks
Oh how I love the color red at Christmas — also green, gold, silver, platinum, vivid blue, and white. I love sparkles and shimmer. I also appreciate the more toned down country use of straw, holly, old wooden structures, and evergreen. Bright or quiet, I...
Kathleen lives with her husband Joe and their dog Othello midst their large family in Springfield, Massachusetts.
"My love affair with plots, murder, mystery, spies and, in general, with crime novels began at an early age. I read and read – probably have read 2,000 crime novels since then. Even at an early age, I developed my own plots if only to cover up my misdeeds to the chagrin of my family and teachers. Some less creative called it fibbing!
Now I write from the love of plot – of people and their ways –of life – of philosophy – about crime –about the sociopath/psychopath."
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