I am a Karen

August 3, 2020 Karene Horst 0

A white woman of privilege complaining that a BLACK man sexually harassed her? I’d read To Kill A Mockingbird. … I was a bleeding heart liberal. The thought of accusing him, even to just my employer, horrified me.

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Aging Disgracefully

May 11, 2020 Karene Horst 0

by Karene Horst, contributing editor – Every morning it hurts to get out of bed.  My back aches.  My lips scrape against each other, dry and chapped.  After my first few limping steps I stumble into the bathroom, bumping my hip against the door jam. Ouch!  This is 56. The […]

let’s get on with the apocalypse already

March 16, 2020 Karene Horst 0

by Karene Horst, contributing editor – I started eating my canned soup back in February. It’s an annual thing, clearing out my stockpile I’m supposed to maintain for that massive earthquake allegedly poised to level California or sink it into the Pacific. As the emergency response folks suggest, I’m usually […]

The Latest Insane Take on Reefer Madness

February 26, 2017 Karene Horst 0

by: Karene Horst I strolled through my dad’s thick tangle of a backyard for the customary tour during my last visit. The quarter-acre plot glowed vibrantly green now the rains had returned to So Cal: potted baby king palms, succulent jades and assorted sprouting flotsam my father dug up on […]

Deporting my Valentine

February 13, 2017 Karene Horst 0

by Karene Horst   Single yet again for another Valentine’s Day, my thoughts turn as usual to chocolate. No one sends me flowers. Cards kill trees unnecessarily. Instead, I’m baking myself and my co-workers a sugary concoction of chocolate, melted caramel, cream cheese frosting and more chocolate. Valentine’s Day used to […]

Dating Hell

January 30, 2017 Karene Horst 0

By Karene Horst He introduced himself because he saw my whitewater kayak and mountain bike strapped to my car roof racks. I hadn’t brushed my teeth or my hair. I tugged at the grungy T-shirt I’d worn to bed the night before. It was early and my roommate had dragged […]

God’s Grace: An Abortion Story

September 2, 2015 Karene Horst 0

By Karene Horst As a child I would daydream and fidget every Sunday morning while sitting, kneeling or standing in the pew at St. Monica’s with Mother and my five brothers . Mother would cradle the youngest in the crook of one arm while swatting and grabbing at a pair […]