Author Archives: katemccarrollmoore

For The Mayor’s State of the City Luncheon, February 12, 2013 When Richard Blanco was named as the 2013 inaugural poet, the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Tracy K. Smith said that the White House had made an ideal choice, citing the … Continue reading →

This morning, flying across the country to an education conference, I’m eavesdropping on the conversation between my two seatmates – strangers an hour ago, now steeped in a conversation about life and learning. He’s talking about transistors and electronics, and … Continue reading →

NOTE: I wrote this in January, 2004. With the exception of the long-cancelled tv show reference at the end, it remains timely and relevant… The day after Christmas, my daughters and I went to San Francisco to ice skate.  In … Continue reading →

It’s the first day of the new year. Last year I greeted the morning with a walk on a labyrinth, repeating my new year’s mantra, “Peace. Patience. Kindness. Strength.” A phrase I repeated over and over throughout the year. But, … Continue reading →

San Ramon Tree Lighting One of my first duties as Poet Laureate was to present a poem at the annual tree lighting, a night of caroling, light and laughter. Here’s the poem. Winter, dark winter, comes again to us all … Continue reading →

Where have you been? Where are you now? Where are you going? Where do you want to be going? Remember Story is the most important technology Stories that matter Stories that move This Story, like my daily prayer What’s your … Continue reading →

This morning, I changed into sweats, laced up my sneakers and headed out the door for a breezy, sunny morning walk. Last Saturday morning I did the same, 3000 miles from here. I walked from my sister’s house to my hometown high … Continue reading →

For years I’ve been envious of people who run marathons. Envious and a bit incredulous as well. I mean, the kind of normal coworker, neighbor sort of folks who have regular lives and then decide every once in a while, … Continue reading →

Time is running out my father said last night his words dropped with regret into our casual conversation about the weather It’s the hard, inevitable truth that lives in every moment, propels us forward with such urgency and denial, as … Continue reading →