Kathy Ferguson

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Wildly in love with her perfectly imperfect life, Kathy’s been married to her most favorite person in the world, “The Professor,” for 14 years. They moved to Columbia from Atlanta seven years ago and are enjoying raising their two girls, Gracie (12½) and Tate (10) here. After undergrad and her MBA, Kathy worked in Corporate America for 10 years before retiring to work full-time for the girls. Most recently, she was a grant writer at a college here in town, but had to leave that job when her family moved to New Zealand for six months for The Professor’s sabbatical. She started her blog, kathygoeskiwi.com, to document that amazing adventure, but now she’s home and trying to figure out what to do with her life. Again. Probably the loudest and most foul-mouthed introvert you’ll ever meet, she can usually be found curled up with a trashy romance novel, on the tennis court, at her awesome gym, or drinking wine with people she loves.

A Mid-Year (and a half) Reset

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Sooooooo, back at the beginning of 2020 – in the "Before Times" – I’d written a post about some of my goals for that year because I was turning 50 and feeling very contemplative....

What Mental Illness is REALLY Like (and Resources to Help)

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May is Mental Health Awareness Month and is meant to raise awareness of mental health issues and decrease the stigma surrounding mental illnesses. Growing up – back in the 1900s (which, incidentally is now my...

Happy Husband Appreciation Day!

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Happy Husband Appreciation Day, y'all! Honestly, I didn't know this was a thing. But when the call for posts came out for this month and this was listed on April 17, I perked up, because...

Showing Up for a Friend Who Needs You

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“Let me know if you need anything.”  “Call me if you need me.”  “I’m here for you.” These are all very sincere offers and sentiments, and we've all heard them before. We all know how it goes. Someone...

What I Love About My People

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I have been a real shrew lately. I mean, I have NO grace left to give and everyone around me knows it and feels it. I, like so many of us, am feeling super stressed...

Always Check Your Sources

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When one of my girls was in 6th grade, there was a new teacher at her school. She was young and cool and sarcastic, and very different from the teacher she’d replaced. Some of...

I Am Not OK

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I am not OK. I feel like I am completely and utterly unraveling. And it turns out that’s perfectly normal in these “unprecedented times.”  How are you? It feels rougher right now, doesn’t it? We are not alone. My...
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Lockdown Apathy

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So the other morning, my younger daughter had approximately a half-gallon of lemonade for breakfast. And I didn’t really care that much. And another morning before that, my older daughter made and ate some cupcakes for...

Challenging My White Privilege

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  Good gracious, y’all. What a time it’s been, huh? A global pandemic that will. Just. Not. Quit. The politicizing of everything about that pandemic. Racial unrest like I’ve never seen in all my 50...

A Celiac Disease Diagnosis at 14

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When our oldest daughter was born almost 15 years ago, the hospital was a testing site for a new global study that was in its infancy called the TEDDY Study (TEDDY stands for The...

A Pandemic Self-Pity Party

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I’m having a little, mini pandemic self-pity party for myself. This lockdown has been long. And let me first say that my situation is so much better than so many people’s. I know that, and...

What I’ve Learned During Our COVID-19 Spring Lockdown

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Greetings from lockdown! How are y'all holding up, here on our 3,854th day of social distancing? I hope everyone is safe, well, still getting along with your people, and able to find some joy and...

Gratitude During a Global Pandemic

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How are you? I mean how are you, really? I know – life is bonkers right now. Really, really bonkers. The whole thing. Shutting everything down, kids home from school, social distancing. There is SO...

The Importance of the Family Meeting

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Now that I’m all grown up, some of my favorite childhood memories are of our family meetings. My parents would host these meetings a couple of times a year for various reasons – to discuss...