Game Day!

Game Day Hats

It’s Saturday, game day.  My alarm went off at 4:45 am.  I dressed in sweats in the dark, put on the baseball cap for my oldest son’s high school, and went into his room to make sure he was awake.

“It’s Game Day!”  I said.  He was off to compete in a sailing regatta.  Other parents were driving the high school team there.  My morning responsibility was to get him to a designated Starbucks, a meeting point, and of course, to let my son know I was routing for him.

“See the hat?” I asked when we were both in the kitchen […]

Exciting News!

Photo of Kathleen Buckstaff, The Tiffany BoxI’ve had great news.  I will will be performing The Tiffany Box, a love remembered in New York City!  This is a dream come true for me.  The show is on November 16th at 9:00 PM at Theatre Row on 42nd street just off Broadway.  It’s part of the United Solo Festival.  Tickets are $18 and can be purchased at or 212-239-6200.  Please see for more information.

Theatre Row Sign




One Hundred Pounds of Love

Buddy at the beach

Buddy at the beach

Our 100 pound, male lab died in surgery on Tuesday night.  He had a tumor in his lungs we all believed was operable. Sometimes things don’t go the way you hope.  I’m up early, trying to write, to make sense of what happened, so quickly, so unexpectedly.  The morning sounds different without Buddy in the house.  I miss the jingle of his collar and his eager greeting.  “Hey, it’s been all night since I’ve seen you.  God, I love you!” he’d say when  he found me in my chair working, and then he’d dip his big, block head, nuzzle into my leg, playful and affectionate.

Buddy was the most glorious spirit I have ever met.  He had a triumphant enthusiasm that bolted light and love everywhere he went.  He lived with great heart and courage.  He bounded through waves to retrieve balls.  He climbed mountains, swam in rivers. He was beautiful in all aspects.  In spirit.  Physically.  Emotionally.  Playfully.  In his kindness.  He was the king of kings, true royalty. […]

The blink of an eye

cherry blossomsA little girl bounced past me.  She was about two.  She was wearing a white-cotton sundress and had her wispy blond hair pulled up into little barrettes.

“Are you going to the dentist?” I asked.

I was sitting on the sidewalk outside the dentist’s office in the shade on the cold concrete trying to write, to not be distracted by kids in the dentist’s office.

The little girl smiled, eyes bright.

“It’s her first visit,” the mother said proudly. […]