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.

September Rain

September Rain

A crystalline moment of mindfulness at the end of a long day: standing outside the office, watching a heavy rain fall. I'd been fumbling for my keys but got caught up in the vastness of the moment. The whoosh of a million tiny raindrops hitting the pavement. The patterns on the puddles as each drop hits the surface and ricochets back up toward gray sky. The bathwater air.

 This is my life. And this is my life. And this is my life. And I am happy

Downed trees on the drive home. Snarled traffic. Stories of hail. The boys have made a hideout in the living room by tipping the Cozy Coupe on one side and draping a blanket over the top. 

"Forget I'm here," the oldest instructs from inside. "Forget I'm in here, and then find me." 

So I do. 

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Hippocamp Practice Run

Hippocamp Practice Run

The Shudder of the Plunge

The Shudder of the Plunge