Catherine Kenwell

Joined April 2020

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Bio

I live with a broken brain and PTSD--but that doesn't stop me! I'm an author, artist, and qualified mediator who loves life's detours.

I co-authored NOT CANCELLED: Canadian Kindness in the Face of COVID-19. I also publish horror stories.

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Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge

Stories (96/0)

I Was Told My FB Post was 'Pick Me'
My post was funny, especially to most of my fellow horror writers. Horror is a genre that is regularly maligned, and mainstream booksellers don’t usually put much thought into curating diverse horror fiction sections.
By Catherine Kenwellabout a year ago in Humans
There's No 'I' in 'They' -- But Perhaps There Should Be
As a curious introvert, I enjoy meeting people and I aim to do it with an open mind. This week, I canvassed for the Royal Canadian Legion’s annual poppy campaign, which landed me outside a local Beer Store. The perfect opportunity to meet those I wouldn’t often encounter.
By Catherine Kenwellabout a year ago in Humans
The Cost of Diamonds
“Oh, it’s the bee’s knees!” she gushed as she pulled the needle-beaded dress from its paper wrapping. “Thank you thank you thank you!”
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Horror
Lily and Rose
“It’s not fair!” Lily wailed, stomping in circles around the kitchen. “Why does she get a dog? I’ve been the one begging for a puppy like, forever!”
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Horror
ARAMIS AND SHELBY
The smell of leather and cologne compelled Dany to glance up from her computer. “Well, hello,” she smiled at the age-chiseled countenance in front of her. “Welcome to Vintage Pearl Custom. How can we help you today?”
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Horror
MONSTER
We’re going where?” Ryan asked, an incredulous grin slicing his face in two. “No way! You’ve got to be kidding me!” “Yeah,” answered Brandon. “They have to move us into the old Lakeview School for the rest of the year. It’s gonna be unbelievable. Like messed up, man. Unbelievably cool.”
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Horror
Places, Everyone!
<Act 1> Morning, I awake Inhale, life again, I’m still here. <Act 2> Shuffle my sleepy-block feet to the end of the bed to
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Poets
Top Story - August 2022
My Mom's Memorial Service Was Full of BeansTop Story - August 2022
My Mom’s memorial service—not what you’d expect to be one of the funniest times of our lives, but whenever we think of it, we laugh and high-five each other. And that’s just the way she would have wanted it.
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Families
Let Me Hear the Crickets
(1) He asked, “What can I do to make it better?” but nothing could heal my heart, broken by the ebb of young love. “What would you like to do while you’re home?”
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Poets
Deathbed Pillow Talk
Others tell me you’re a ghost, an apparition, unreal That I shouldn’t call your name or inhale the memory of your fragrance
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Poets
I Shot Up with Venom for 5 Years
I have a deadly allergy to wasps and hornets. I’m not exaggerating. I’m anaphylactic, and I can go into shock, or have a heart attack, and die. If I’m stung, the world around me must stop; decisions need to be made.
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Lifehack
My Mom's Last Song
My Mom liked to sing. She sang. And she sang. She’d sing to the radio; she’d sing while she was baking or mopping or doing the dishes. She’d sing when we were driving across Canada on long family road trips.
By Catherine Kenwell2 years ago in Families

Catherine Kenwell

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Stories (96/0)

I Was Told My FB Post was 'Pick Me'

There's No 'I' in 'They' -- But Perhaps There Should Be

The Cost of Diamonds

Lily and Rose

ARAMIS AND SHELBY

MONSTER

Places, Everyone!

My Mom's Memorial Service Was Full of BeansTop Story - August 2022

Let Me Hear the Crickets

Deathbed Pillow Talk

I Shot Up with Venom for 5 Years

My Mom's Last Song

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