Hi! I'm Kelly.

As a writer, I've always been interested in family stories. When I heard of a Satanic cult in my family tree, I thought I'd found the story of a lifetime. Read more.

Chocolate for Breakfast

Chocolate for Breakfast

We woke to snow—a full inch, the first real snow of winter.

The boys crowded around the living room window, eager to see. I fed them breakfast, then my husband packed them into the car for the drive to daycare. 

Alone in the quiet house, I considered going back to bed. I had no meetings on my schedule, and had completed all my work for the week. No one would miss me if I arrived to the office a few hours late.

It took a long time to fall asleep. I turned on a nature sounds app and pictured the old creek from my childhood; the one surrounded by farmland. I spent countless afternoons there as a girl, wading through its the shallow water. Minnows glinted underneath its surface like flakes of sunshine.

I woke an hour later, feeling restored.

On the way to the office I stopped by my favorite coffee shop for a chocolate muffin and a cup of Jamaican Me Crazy.

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Beside me, a group of elderly women sipped tea and discussed healthcare premiums with an air of secrecy and scandal, like teenage girls talking about sex.

It was the most delicious morning.

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Becoming One with Beasts

Becoming One with Beasts

I Dream of Falling in Dark Places

I Dream of Falling in Dark Places