Kate's Blog

Kate Norton's writing and sketches

fiction

A Walk

Bobby was walking with Jessie, his sister, and said: “What if, after all the complicated philisophical mumbo jumbo that we do, the biggest thing we do in our lives is wait? That’s what I wonder. Whether or not it matters […]

Jeep without the C

The rusted brown Jeep Wagoneer had been sitting in the yard between his parent’s house and his house for decades. Phil felt a unfamiliar sense of excitement as he considered it. He had just chased a cat across the lawn […]

Grammy^

She thought her hands were shrinking, and they were. Every time she washed her hands, a bit of them washed away. But hands being hands, they stayed as hands, just less. Her family didn’t believe her. Though she held them […]

Holder Of

For space, one puts the butter in the butter container. But does one put the car in the garage if one is my daughter Corinne? One does not. One puts the car on the driveway where it is in my […]

Sour Milk

Becky dumped the sour milk, but it wasn’t hers to dump. Allison didn’t learn about the dumped milk until after Becky left and Allison was holding a cup of coffee blacker than Allison desired. Kate woke up hearing Allison curse — “fuck […]

Kate, Get Used to Kate

She likes clean lines. She likes colors. Green and white, grey and brown, blue and green. She loves plants. Loves PCs. Loves gaming. Loves technology. Loves to decorate. Loves things working well. Loves facing things. Loves women. Loves sunlight. Loves […]

Faith

I come home, and Faith is there, sitting on the couch, reading. “What are you reading?” I ask. “The Logic of Misogyny by Kate Manne,” she says. This, I love her for, because The Logic of Misogyny is one of […]