http://slow.writerscafe.org/ErinKateri The original writings of author Erin Kateri en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775462040 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want Elizabeth Taylor's hairand Emma Watson's voice.I want to sing like Norah Jonesand pray like Saint Monica.I want Lizzie McGuire's friendsand Cory Matthew's parents.I want to write my childhood overand change who I've become.I want the power to make a differenceand the confidence to try.But I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1392139/ on infidelity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1392132/ It is hard to livein a housewith no mirrors.Its members refuseto see themselvesfor whoand whatthey are, and they cannot imaginewhy anyonewould have a perspectivedifferent than their own.And if you showed them theirreflection,they would never forgive you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1379996/ Why run awayrather than face the day?Why run to the bottleto escape the butterfliesin your stomach?Why run intoa cloudof smoketo escape the chaos inside?Why run to pillsto escape the pain?Why runto the televisionto escape conversation?Why runbehind a closed doorto escape a loved one?Stop running.Fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1378232/ She thinks she is only a "clown philosopher," but she is so much more than that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1357194/ It’s not a nuthouse. I think they’re required to tell you that when you check in, but I’m pretty sure we’re being watched through every “mirror” in our room. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1332562/             “Monica!”my mother yelled.            “I’mcoming,” I groaned as I wrestled my hair brush out of a knot half the size ofmy nine-year-old head.  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1327328/ Monica thought she was like every other girl with a paranoid family. But when they ship her off to boarding school for her own good she starts to grapple who she really is and what she's running from http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1327289/ on the desire to live in past, forgetting it's not any better than the present http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1307473/ the frustrations of Waiting in a society that isn't http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1274766/ My grandmother was a wedding crasher in the 1940s, and this is her story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1271146/ mourning the loss of a brother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1271100/ hoping in second chances that don't happen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1271095/ the life i've built for myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1271086/ on a necklace given to me by the young man who didn't know he would be my husband http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1271077/ reflections from senior year of high school http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1271073/ The black smoke ascendsAnd dyes the orange skyLike tarI stand in the midst of theCold, cold heatAnd watch in horror as the limbs fallSparks fly,Singe a hole straight through my chest,But I'll be okay...I'll be okayThey splash out the fireTheir job is doneAnd my world is stained with the stench of de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1271071/ In loving memory of Teresa Trybalski, brain cancer victim http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErinKateri/1271068/