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.

This one's about Taylor Swift.

This one's about Taylor Swift.

I'm struggling to write anything meaningful lately. Last night I was feeling irritable from two full days of meetings. Today I just can't find any topic that interests me. I've spent the past half hour surfing Facebook and reading articles about Taylor Swift's victimhood. 

I was supposed to interview Taylor Swift in 2007. I'd just graduated college and was working as an entertainment stringer for the Sunday news. I looked at the photos in her press packet and thought: "She's really pretty. Too bad she sings country music." 

When her publicist told me she wouldn't be available for an interview before my deadline, I felt relieved. I hated country music. 

I looked through my files for the press packet that my editor sent me when he gave me the assignment. I couldn't find it, but I did find a Word doc of questions I'd written in preparation for the interview: 

  •  I read that your grandmother was an opera singer. Did you grow up around a lot of music? 
  • What attracted you to the country genre?  
  • What was it like to move to Nashville? 
  • Is it hard to concentrate on school and promote your music at the same time? 
  • Have your classmates become more understanding since you’ve had some hits, or were they pretty accepting of your career from the beginning? 
  • What’s been your biggest achievement to date? 
  • What are your plans for the future?  
  • Are you excited to be coming back to your old home state? 

My tombstone will read: Almost interviewed Taylor Swift. 

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