Kathie Gibboney
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.

The Day After Christmas

There was a sunset forming out over the Pacific, some kind of golden, glowing vision lighting up the clouds with gilded edges, as if they were gates to heaven. Even the weary…

New Year’s Eve at Froggy’s

Staying home in a one-piece unicorn pajama and eating pizza with my husband sounds like a pretty good way to spend New Year’s Eve. Though tempted, there was an event at Froggy’s…

Have Yourself a Boomer’s Little Christmas

After totaling my car, something called a Saturn Vue, an insurance settlement was paid out; not a lot of money but a bit more than what the Beleaguered Husband had estimated the…

Another World: Sky Forest at Santa’s Village

I wanted something otherworldly, something with autumn atmosphere, something inspiriting. I longed for weather full of whispers and promises that make your heart dance with the joy of seeing colored leaves of…

October Country

From Ghoulies and Ghosties and long-leggety Beasties And things that Go Bump in the Night Good Lord Deliver Us!—Scottish Prayer    Walking into our Topanga Library, in early October, I am drawn…

A Visit to The Birch Aquarium

With a much-anticipated vacation looming closely ahead, part of me was already on it.  I wasn’t the least bit interested in the day-to-day doings and responsibilities of my regular life, i.e., obligations,…

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…

Local Boy Makes Good, So Far

In the early ‘90s, natural birth was all the rage. The Lamaze class made it seem as if giving birth was a piece of cake, a walk in the park, as easy…

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…