Cat Rainwater

I'm Cat Rainwater.

I used to tell people how to fix their lives for a living. Then I got sick. Of myself. I've reverted to my natural state: writer, researcher, and firm believer that sipping a cup of coffee while it's hot counts as doing something important. Not every moment requires a six-step self-help routine. Some of them require a chair, a purring cat, and warm sun on our skin.

I’ve been featured in The New York Times, contributed to two Amazon bestsellers and written for POPSUGAR, Austin Fusion Magazine and Austin Moms Blog. This sounds rather grand until you see me negotiating with a cat over possession of my desk then scrambling to catch the pages of my manuscript as he shoves them onto the floor. Apparently, he has editorial concerns and absolutely no constructive feedback.

I mostly write about the unexpected detours of grown-up life—the ones we all experience but rarely talk about.

I notice things, ask questions, and keep receipts, which is either a writing practice or grounds for concern among my family and exes. Then I write it all down before someone suggests I turn it into a reel with dancing. Occasionally, anxiety demands 176 rewrites and calls a meeting in my head to discuss whether I should keep writing or go live in the forest. If you’ve just said, “Me too, sis,” that’s why I write. For us.

​I prefer life off social media, so I built this little corner of the internet for writing, reading, and conversations we can finish before an algorithm swipes us away.