Kathie Gibboney

It has been said that Kathie Gibboney invented the Unicorn, which she neither admits nor denies, as it might reveal her true age. Kathie is an essayist, reporter, and poet for MMN with her column, "My Corner of The Canyon." She lives happily in a now-empty nest in Topanga, CA with The Beleaguered Husband and a marmalade cat.

Seashells and Sea Hags

A vacation, even an abbreviated three-night stay would be wonderful. We just want a simple, funky San Diego beach house; no need for travertine counter tops, gourmet kitchens, marble floors, or an…

Sailing Hardships Through Broken Harbors

The fence. I have passed it many times, hundreds of times, countless times.  It was brown, wooden and weathered with carved flame designs placed here and there. The fence was something familiar,…

The Least of Our Worries

From time to time I peruse the job posts in hopes of finding the perfect occupation.   Starting a whole new life choice where I am doing good work that pays a…

Oh, Ferlinghetti, I Long to Go with You!

Once, when maybe eight years old, I was inspired to write a poem. It came to me suddenly, clearly, almost divinely. Yes, the words flowed forth and were written swiftly with a…

Daffodils in Winter

My bougainvillea are browned and withered. I tried to coax them along, speaking compliments aloud, admiring the bright orange flowers and the deep pink, gay and riotous, at last beginning to climb…

Vaya Con Dios to Bob, a Brother of The Shield

In the days prior to an outpatient procedure which, though minor, requires anesthetic, I ponder my mortality. Suppose I never wake up? Could happen. Just look at Joan Rivers.   As I…

Auld Lang Zone

As I write this, the Twilight Zone marathon is on and the remaining hours of the year 2018 are running down. Old Man Old Year is limping along on his last legs,…

The Last Picture

On the Monday after Thanksgiving I awoke in panic. My children had been home for four days and then returned to their schools up North. I was shocked and horrified to realize…

As Good As It Gets

The colors splay across the November sky; purples, pinks, and deep streaks of orange, as if a bit of splendid Halloween magic still lingered there in the sunset, low and close, like…

Season of the Witch

Ah, it’s the time of year when the veil is thin, the golden time of year when leaves and secrets are carried through the air, when something is whispered in the wind.…