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.

Jam

Jam

I'm typing this with my thumbs as I sit in gridlocked traffic, on the highway headed toward my mother-in-law's house.

I'm supposed to pick up the boys at 5 'o clock. It's my last evening with the family before I leave for a four-day trip to Minneapolis. I tried to prepare everything ahead of time, so I could spend my remaining hours with the kids. And now here I am. Trapped.

People are getting out of their cars, stretching their legs and starting conversations. What was once a highway is now an impromptu block party. A woman in a silver dress stands barefoot, pedaling her feet up and down on the hot pavement. She gazes at the horizon.

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The sky is particularly beautiful this evening.

I still miss my boys.

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