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.

Passages from Priestdaddy

Passages from Priestdaddy

I've been reading Priestdaddy by Patricia Lockwood. A few pages into the book, I started writing down my favorite passages. Then I had to stop. It was getting ridiculous. I was transcribing page after page. 

Lockwood has a playfulness with language that reminds me of Nabokov. See if you agree.

"My father in a tight, appalling sailor suit. My father dressed as a pro-life Dracula. My father wearing a Speedo at the lapping edge of a picturesque lake, between two bluff buttocky dunes. 'There's no in-between with him, is there,' Jason says. "He's either buck nude or he's in a little outfit."

 "Catholic priests, by definition, aren't allowed to be married, but my dad snuck past the definition while the dictionary was sleeping and was somehow ordained one anyway." 

 "Jason was born in Thailand, among the splash of flowers, clear water and caressing air, the rainbow all fallen out of its stripes. It was like living at the firm center of a fruit."

"He seemed to especially love the citric humor of high school girls--which is eternal, but which tasted new to us at the time. My friends and I were four full oranges of it, with a resilient shine on our leaves." 

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Our Trip to Legoland

Our Trip to Legoland

One Sentence After the Other

One Sentence After the Other