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Patti Koltes

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Real Life © by Patti Koltes. Contact her at pkoltes@gmail.com.

Real Life – Inbox

As I boxed up my Thanksgiving decorations in no particular order, only to discover the same jumble presents itself in the Christmas category, I...

Real Life – Baked Alaska

My husband John and I expressed ourselves through cooking before the concept of love languages was a thing. Neither of us had come from culinary...

Real Life – Pastime

When I originally started playing Candy Land with our granddaughter, she barely knew her colors, much less how to match the card she had...

Real Life – Just Ask

Home equipment malfunctions have tried my patience lately, but in the “tell me some good news” department, it’s also presented a creative opportunity to...

Real Life – Time Warp

I have been listening to a podcast called “Dolly Parton’s America.”  Although I enjoy country music when I am exposed to it, I have been...

Real Life – A liberal education

When I set off to college, my father inquired about the direction of study I would pursue. I declared an English major, to which...

Real Life – Finding the path

I have opined, wryly, that all roads lead to Naperville, but disaster and destruction are not what we usually are known for. Living in the...

Real Life – Better than Zoom

It hadn’t been seventeen years since I ventured to an unknown city, but emerging from tight pandemic protocols felt significant in the way that...

Real Life – Connected

The irony of reading a book called Digital Minimalism by Cal Newport is not lost on me. Starved for social contact due to pandemic restrictions,...

Real Life – Small joys

The Spathifyllum in our south window thrived for years when Sophie the Wonder Dog ruled the roost, and Clyde the cat made himself scarce...

Real Life – For the Record

When I was a child, my parents drove our family of five to Cape Cod for a vacation. They were likely hopeful that we would...

Real Life – Comfort food

The holiday glitz and greenery came down early this year. Their cheery efforts expended, they seemed, quite suddenly, out of place.  All I wanted to...

Real Life – Hotwheels

When the last of our children bought a first car at age 33, it became clear how much times have changed since when we...

Real Life – Inward Bound

Soon after arriving in Florida this March for an experimental month in the sun, I began writing a pandemic journal. Many months into our altered...

Real Life – Panorama

Not all the attractions at the Brookfield Zoo are alive. For those of us who enjoy ruminating about the march of history, the forty life-like...

Real Life – Searching for the light

In 2011, we had one of those years where you ask yourself if anything else can go wrong. Perched on the precipice of a personal...

Real Life – Digging In

Perhaps my sluggish mood improved because of the weather — a week of moderate summer temperatures with negligible humidity, blue skies dotted with puffy...

Real Life – Chopin in the Afternoon

My interest in piano began at my father’s side. Sitting next to Dad on the bench, I watched his fingers. Listened to him hum in...

Real Life – When it rains

When my husband and I longed for peace, we retreated to what we called The Church of the Trees.  Camping was our refuge from the...

Real Life – Report from home base

Time in a pandemic seems to stretch endlessly, yet disappears in the blink of an eye. Our early days here in Florida were busy enough,...

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