kate.buelerBelieving in Strangers(written on the evening of March 4th and the morning of March 5th- the day we had our first case in SF. i had no idea how the world would…Mar 22, 2020Mar 22, 2020
kate.buelerShe is, he is, they areHe is the door opening into something unexpected. She is the foundation of something familiar. He is flames of intensity. She is kindness…Dec 19, 2019Dec 19, 2019
kate.buelerthe smallest soundWe sit in silence. We sit in the dark. Surrounded by many. In lines horizontal in nature. Or more like sculpted. The lights continue to…Nov 13, 2019Nov 13, 2019
kate.buelerstaying silent is no longer an option-the mockery of a brave woman by our sitting presidentToday while I made my coffee, I heard a voice, a voice I have tried to ignore for the few years. But today I could not.Oct 4, 2018Oct 4, 2018
kate.buelerDear mother, thank you for your eyesMy eyes are usually the first thing that someone compliments me on. And I know you shared them with me. Ever changing and green and blue…Mar 1, 2018Mar 1, 2018
kate.buelerMy College StoryWorking Class Roots, Ivy League Dreams: The Story of Me & Those Before MeSep 30, 2016Sep 30, 2016