Every action involves an infinite amount of non-actions. That’s deep. I learned that while reading, somewhat distractedly on a plane and had to turn back and re-read it. A professor wrote a delightful book entitled How to Talk About Books You Haven’t Read. In it he began by bemoaning his lot in life as…
All posts by Kelly
About Kelly
I'm Kelly and I'm a word addict. My favorite word is twitterpated, followed closely by kerfuffle. I feel healthiest when processing life on paper- it's how I think best. Here's some more pertinent facts: I love to MacGyver my way through life and nothing is ever broken that I can't fix. The color orange reminds me of my dad and makes me feel warm and loved. The phrase, "Was it refrigerated?" can still bring me close to incontinence as I recall a hilarious late night conversation with my mom over fifteen years ago. My brother- who is half my age- helped make me the person I am today. I live my life in movie quotes and love when others can play along. I am a seminary graduate and love to write about scripture. In my spare time, I work full time as an Occupational Therapist helping people relearn how to care for themselves after neurological impairments. I am introverted and get easily overstimulated, but most people would instantly peg me for an extrovert. I was once introduced by a friend as, "This is Kelly. She's way rad!" The person misheard and thought my name was Kelly Wayrad. It's a sentiment I strive to live up to daily! I'm glad you're here. Thanks for reading my real thoughts on virtual paper!
Ceasing, to Worship
I am a grammarphile. I enjoy the undervalued punctuation marks. I revel in a properly placed em dash. I snicker at how commas can change meanings entirely . There is also a purposefully placed comma in my title. I am not ceasing to worship. I am ceasing, in order to worship. My life is full of activity,…
Feeling Celebrated
Nearly the only negative part of my cruise experience was the 30 hour trek back home. 5 cities, 4 states, three layovers, 2 minute naps and a partridge in a pear tree. That’s what it took me to get home. But, bleary-eyed and not sure what time zone I lived in, I walked into this:…
My Daring Escape
I escaped. Left town. Turned off my phone. Didn’t look back. I went on a cruise to Alaska. As much joy as excitement as I experienced over the week, I did without some crucial things as well: 1. Cell Service/Wifi To avoid surcharges from using the ship’s cell tower, I turned off my phone for…
My Alaskan Adventure
“The mountains are calling and I must go.” John Muir Last week I went on an Alaskan Adventure with two delightful friends, Lisa and Tracy. Although many posts could be dedicated to the wonder of this trip, these ladies, and such beautiful countryside, at this juncture you will have to be appeased with some…
House Warming
What makes a house warm? What makes a house feel like a home? I thought about this a good amount after being invited to my friend’s Housewarming party and I answered my own question in her gift. These are things I value in my own home and provided to my friend in her gift: 1.…
National Cartwheel Day
Today is National Cartwheel Day. Because I declared it so. Here’s the story: When I was a young tyke, I took gymnastics. That was until I was so tall that I could hang from the upper uneven parallel bars and my toes touched the ground. I was 10. It was a sad day when I…
A Pound of Life
Most of the patients I work with have negative ages. They are premature, born months before they were “supposed” to be. Thrust from the safe, warm, dark, cozy wombs, they are ill-prepared for the world. Developmentally, I must think of them and work on skills that are fitting for a baby at 6-9 months gestational…
New Fluffy Town
“I’ve decided that adulthood is overrated. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my blanket fort eating Bugles from my fingertips and watching a movie.” This was a meme that was passed around through cyberspace not so long ago. But we made it come true! Last weekend, one of my roommates felt the need to…
Vehicular Profanity
Few things have the power to derail my day like vehicular profanity. Picture me sitting at the off ramp from the highway where we are supposed to merge within 50 feet with the oncoming traffic. I come to a stop and the truck behind me engages in a litany of horn sounds which communicate displeasure…
