Kate CameronWinter growthAnother morning comes and snow falls again, or still. In the middle of winter is when I feel that it will always be here. The cold, the…Jan 17, 2021Jan 17, 2021
Kate CameronMe, at ElevenThis girl, I’m looking at her. I recognize her in a way: I remember seeing this picture of myself throughout the years since it was taken…Sep 6, 2020Sep 6, 2020
Kate CameronA WindowThe day dawns densely clouded. Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles and rain falls steadily. I am around 4 years old and I am kneeling…May 30, 2018May 30, 2018
Kate CameronWalking in the tall grassI walked out the front door that day with a sort of destination in mind. I wanted to walk through tall grass and see what I might see there…May 14, 2018May 14, 2018
Kate CameronMy friend RuthRuth was born in 1905 in a mid-size city in Iowa. She was the youngest of four sisters, daughter to Julia, an Iowa girl, and to Louis, a…May 11, 20182May 11, 20182
