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.

Feel the burn.

Feel the burn.

I worked almost a full day from home today, finishing up some writing assignments and editing others.

In between tasks I hopped around the bedroom with my walker, or laid on the floor and did sit-ups, push-ups ... anything to get my blood flowing. I get so damn restless I would run around the block if I could, just to feel my heart pound in my chest. 

I’ve spent more time with my family since the accident and that part is a blessing. I no longer race home from the office, cursing traffic because each minute on the road is a minute away from my sons. They curl up in bed with me and read stories, or watch Elmo on the iPad, or hide under the covers and giggle.  

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving at the in-laws. Saturday we’ll have Thanksgiving at my parents’ house. Friday my wheelchair is supposed to come in the mail. Hopefully that will make it easier to leave the house and do some Christmas activities with the boys. I won’t be getting my 10,000 steps. But being warm and cozy in a wheelchair with the baby in my lap doesn’t seem like such a bad consolation prize.  

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Giving Thanks

Giving Thanks

These Boots Weren't Made for Walking

These Boots Weren't Made for Walking