Patti Koltes
Real Life © by Patti Koltes. Contact her at pkoltes@gmail.com.
Real Life – Renewed
When I read the March 2022 World Health Organization news release that based on their scientific study, in the first year of the COVID-19...
Real Life – Caught in the web
Like many people enduring pandemic restrictions, I developed a habit of unwinding in front of Netflix. This has continued even with the relative freedom...
Real Life – Getting into the game
Life is full of unintended consequences.
When my parents enrolled me in an all-girls’ boarding school in 1964, it was unlikely, for their daughter, that...
Real Life – Fun in the Sun
Most days I wake up happy, just excited to be alive. But at times when my internal sun just seems to refuse to shine,...
Real Life – Pivot point
Though a close friend told me my plan sounded to her like a root canal, last week I went to a five year old’s...
Real Life – The slippery slope
This pandemic winter, I didn’t bother to saddle myself with a lengthy list of positive aspirations in the name of self-improvement. I kept my...
Real Life – Speaking in code
In childhood, my siblings and I played games fueled by imagination.
Without the benefit of advanced technology, rather than plug into an alternate reality someone...
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...
