Category: Catherine Brinson’s Writing

MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME TO SIP THE NECTAR FROM A FRESHLY PICKED HONEYSUCKLE FLOWER.

I love honeysuckle, and obviously Catherine did, too. She may be part of the reason that I love it so much. To me, nothing ...  keep reading

THIS COMING SUNDAY IS EASTER, AND THIS SHORT, SWEET POEM OF CATHERINE’S ABOUT EASTER IS PROBABLY UNFINISHED. 

But maybe not, even though it was in her “Unfinished Symphony” category. ...  keep reading

REMEMBER THAT TRIP THAT RALPH AND CATHERINE TOOK TO THE BAHAMAS?

It was mentioned on the blog post with her poem, “Sitting Perfectly Still in the Middle of I-10”.

That trip inspired several ...  keep reading

THE MOCKINGBIRD IS THE STATE BIRD OF MISSISSIPPI.

Mockingbirds can be quite mean, and will fight other animals much larger than themselves. So when Catherine saw a Mockingbird mother who believed her ...  keep reading

I THINK BIRDS WERE MY MOTHER’S FAVORITE ANIMAL. AND CATS. BUT CATS ARE FOR ANOTHER POEM OR STORY.

Her daily habit, weather permitting, was to sit outside at sunset and watch the world around her ...  keep reading

LIVING IN THE MISSISSIPPI FLYWAY MAY HAVE HELPED TO MAKE MY MOTHER DECIDE TO BECOME A BIRDER.

She always appreciated the many varieties of birds that frequented her yard, and knew all their names by ...  keep reading

IT FELT KIND OF STRANGE TO FIND A POEM THAT MY MOTHER WROTE ABOUT ME AND MY BROTHER JOHN.

She wrote this poem about an event that happened in December 1993, but I thought you might like to see this ...  keep reading