Katy

Spencer, my son, began school on Kings Mountain in 2003. There, we met the Katzenberger family and we became instant friends. I learned Katy was an editor and it didn’t take long for me to begin firing stories over to her, asking her to correct my typos.

Along with being kind to me and my writing efforts, Katy is one heck of a loyal friend. She makes me laugh when the chips are down, we go to the movies to see the latest romantic chick flick and we meet on the Mountain to catch up.

Kurt, Katy’s son, is one of Spencer’s best friends. Kurt is a polite, upbeat, bright and talented 12-year-old boy. He is welcome in my home anytime as he always includes me and isn’t embarrassed having me around. We have a standing joke. I’ll say to him, “Kurt, do you want to come to the ranch and have a horrible time?” He’ll respond saying, “Yes. Right now!” I hope our boys are friends forever. It’s friendships such as these I treasure.

“Hey, Katy! Do you mind?

 Would you take a look?

I’ve written more stories

 for my latest book.”

My pages were returned

with lines deleted

By now my energy

was long depleted

Those words I tried

yet could not impart

you extrapolated

from my heart

The depth of emotions

so plain to see

For you they revealed

themselves easily

And Then There Was One

 is as I dreamed

You had the magical touch it seemed

You’re the finest editor and friend to me

I’m grateful to be part of your “family.”