
Battered by the season this Echinacea is a survivor. Her pinkness stands out among the brown decay. The feel of a last good-bye is in the air. I had to take her picture in all her ragged glory.

Battered by the season this Echinacea is a survivor. Her pinkness stands out among the brown decay. The feel of a last good-bye is in the air. I had to take her picture in all her ragged glory.
My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2025. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now. View all posts by Katherine J Krein