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My Father by Kathy Northup My father, so vibrant, so alive and full of life. How difficult it is to refer to him in the past tense. He was a passionate man, passionate about everything . . . work, discipline, love. My father was the star quarterback of North Kingstown Senior High School. He was […]

For Donald . . . by Kathy Northup "Never doubt that a small, group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has." Margaret Mead. The following post was written for a budgetary advocacy group on behalf of individuals with disabilities. In the […]

The Summer of 1969 by Kathy Northup There once was a small beach among the many beaches along the Hamilton coastline in Rhode Island. A stone-throw away from the beach was a family-run fish and bait shop that sat nestled among hanging fish nets and bright orange boating floats ready to serve […]