Of Ren is:

That corner drawer in the kitchen filled with forgotten, treasured moments.

It is the $20 bill found in the pocket of a winter coat during the first cold front of winter.

It is the cathartic exhale at the conclusion of a painfully profound movie.

The electric spark from an accidental brush of fingertips.

The basketball that falls through the hoop after circling the rim.

The feeling of a worn-out flannel against your skin.

The familiar aroma of opening a fresh bag of your favorite roast.

The sun shining while it rains.

It is the first breath of air after coming up from a deep dive.

The glare from the sun in your eyes while driving.

It is a handwritten note tucked away in a book. 

The scar under your chin from your first time falling off your bike.

The courage formed when you got back on.

The Queen greatest hits album found between the seats of the old dodge.

Fingernails with dirt under them and the smell of turned earth.


Of Ren is a collection of life moments. Of Ren is nostalgia. A record, a diary, a log. Ren is freedom.

A look into the life of Ren.


My name is Catherine, and I am Ren.