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.

Random Acts of Flowers

Random Acts of Flowers

I arrived at the office to find fresh-picked daffodils, wrapped in yellow tissue paper and tied with a teal ribbon.

A card sat nearby. Inside it, words of encouragement from a coworker. The unexpected gift made me giddy with happiness. I put the flowers in a vase with a little water and tied the ribbon in a bow around the top. I kept catching hints of their fragrance all day. A subtle reminder of spring, and the power of thoughtful gestures. 

I had an important meeting later that morning. I prepared as best I could, and think it went well, though it's impossible to predict the outcome. My head isn't buzzing with all the things I should have said, as it often does with situations like those. For that, too, I'm grateful. 

Could it be that I've finally arrived at a place where I can let other people's kindnesses in? At a place where I can find comfort in uncertainty? Or is it just the spring weather and the fresh flowers working their magic? 

Who cares? Today I'm savoring it all. And now my heart wants to bestow small kindnesses upon everyone I know, just for the pleasure of knowing that it's possible. Even on my worst days, despite my biggest failures, I, too, can bring flowers.

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The Ebbs and Flows of a Year

The Ebbs and Flows of a Year

Day #100 was unremarkable.

Day #100 was unremarkable.