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.

I finally emailed the editor.

I finally emailed the editor.

After writing yesterday's blog post, I swallowed my fear and emailed the New York Times editor. She said she expected to publish the essay sometime in August, and shared some kind words and suggested edits. 

I find these edits so helpful. It's like getting free mentorship along with the byline. Language gets leaner and stronger. Nuances surface. The next essay I write is better because of this guidance. 

If I could, I'd let this enthusiasm springboard me into even more essays. A few hours of writing sounds like a perfect cure for the stagnation I've been feeling. But my body refuses to rise to the occasion. I caught a chill this afternoon that I haven't been able to shake. I feel run down, on the brink of some bug. I want to spend all weekend curled up in bed with a few good books.

Or maybe I'll wake up tomorrow feeling fine, and we'll all go to the county fair. I'd take either outcome, really. 

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Another Sick Day

Another Sick Day

More Drama in My Family Tree

More Drama in My Family Tree