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Kathy Pippig Harris

Member since: June 27, 2011

Articles By Kathy Pippig Harris

Knock, Knock. . . Who's There?. . .Cancer

I have been told that each person's experience with cancer is different. Each approach to treatment is different. And each person's reaction to treatment is different.

It was summer of 2001 and

By: Kathy Pippig Harrisl Cancer l March 2, 2011 lViews: 243

The clock in the hallway sounded 12 times; midnight, Christmas Eve. Playing softly through the speakers mounted above the nurses' station Christmas music filtered into those rooms with open doors.

The older lady sat in her chair by the windo

By: Kathy Pippig Harrisl Pets l March 2, 2011 lViews: 361

There are only seven of them; plus their respective flats, sharps, and octaves...and from so few, can come such abundance.

In many ways we can say more through the notes than we can through speech.

In fact, we convey more through the n

By: Kathy Pippig Harrisl Music l March 2, 2011 lViews: 311

I have a loneliness inside me for you.

My soul keeps it in a carry-on bag and stores it close at hand.

I don't usually feel the weight of it, unless it is time to pull it down from the overhead carry bin inside my mind.

A warm su

By: Kathy Pippig Harrisl Grief l March 2, 2011 lViews: 200

I have learned that people are not always what they might seem: The face they paint on from day-to-day might not be at all what lies beneath the image they would have you see. This can be both frustrating and enlightening; painful and surprising.

By: Kathy Pippig Harrisl Other l March 2, 2011 lViews: 148

As I drove down the interstate, tension twisted the muscles in my shoulders and neck. Overhead, the canopy of a late afternoon was a jumble of late winter storm clouds and early spring sunshine, ebbing and flowing under a backdrop of deep blue.

By: Kathy Pippig Harrisl Inspirational l March 2, 2011 lViews: 211

I turned off my computer and said good evening to my coworkers. Outside, the brisk winter air chilled my face. Crossing the street and entering the parking lot I thought about what I wanted to do that evening. I got in my car and sighed.


By: Kathy Pippig Harrisl Grief l March 2, 2011 lViews: 352