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.

The First of September

The First of September

The evening is autumn cool and overcast.

Our garden glows green and gold. Marigolds spill over the raised beds. Pumpkins peek out from behind broad leaves. A single fat cucumber hangs heavy on the vine, long forgotten and full of seeds.

The baby and I pluck the summer's last peas from the planter. He stops to watch our neighbor mow the lawn. I lounge on the deck with Emily Carr and listen to the crickets. 

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A Beam of Light

A Beam of Light

Hippocamp is Coming

Hippocamp is Coming