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.

May You Live in Interesting Times

May You Live in Interesting Times

This weekend felt particularly tedious.

Probably just my mood. I took the boys to the coffee shop with the kids' play area, the trampoline place, Grandma's house. We even braved the 30-degree weather to play out in the yard. The toddler bounced a hula hoop around the driveway while I gathered a wheelbarrow full of dead leaves. 

Every time I glanced at my phone I saw more news about executive orders. I tried not to look, but the headlines followed me. They shouted from radios and snuck in through the mail. Politics is like an ex-boyfriend I wish I could cut from my life. It shows up, unwelcome, in the most intimate places.

I try not to blog about my dreams, but I had an interesting one last night.

In it, I had a meeting scheduled with Jeff Goldblum to discuss my memoir. As we talked, "La Mer" played in the background, but the lyrics were wrong. Instead of "La mer, qu'on voit danser," a voice sang "Fromage ... and camembert." 

I tried to ignore the music and focus on my book. 

"How do you make a dark topic light?" I asked.

Goldblum laughed and then leaned in, as though bestowing a great secret. "My dear. With cheese." 

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Flurries

Flurries

Flowers in January

Flowers in January