Sometimes I feel so ugly. My feelings of ugliness have nothing to do with my wardrobe they have everything to do with my spirit. I did not have the best week last week. I worked some extra hours and had lots of evening commitments. I was tired. I was spent. I was grouchy. I was…
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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!
On The Record
My dad has to watch what he says around me. He knows it too. Last time I was home he asked me if everything he said was “on the record” or if he could speak freely not fearing that he’d find his offhanded thoughts published for the world (or at least thirty subscribers) to read!…
Pillows and Home
This is not just any pillow. It represents my family. First, it pictorally represents Florida. Where we have lived nearly all our lives. Our hearts reside here, in our favorite, sunny, warm, oddly-shaped state. Gator colors show our school pride where three alums, (and maybe a fourth!) proudly sang “We are the boys.” The heart…
One Month In…
I’m certain that my brain is more wrinkled than it was a month ago. Today I celebrate my One-Month-a-Versary at my new job. I worked in Neuro rehabilitation for six years. I had a rhythm, a routine. In short, I was a rock-u-pational therapist. But now with the kids, and especially with the babies, everything…
A Poet and a Warrior
It’s Father’s Day. That’s more than just a statement, it’s an intentional drawing of attention! I’ve always felt a little uneasy seeing that in our culture Mother’s Day gets all the hype and hooplah, while Father’s Day slides past under-advertised. I don’t know exactly why that is. Is it just that Mother’s Day comes first…
Know Why You “No”
I hate saying no. I really stink at it. I detest feeling like I’ve let others down. I have to work myself up to near-frenzy to get the words out and I typically feel remorse about it afterward as if I’m single handedly crushing someone’s spirit through my negative reply. I struggle with this. It’s…
The Alaskan Allure
“I think he’d make a great spouse for someone… I just dont’ know who.” “Why do the awkward ones always have the most confidence?” “Where do you go to meet single boys? Where are they hiding?” These are all conversations I’ve had over the past week. I have a number of single girlfriends (we need…
Lessons from a Fallow Field
“For six years you shall sow your land and gather in its yield, but the seventh year you shall let it rest and lie fallow…” Exodus 23:10-11a Moanings from a Fallow Field: Dear Heavenly Farmer, My nutrients have been spent. I’ve fed a family, clothed a village, provided for so many, given freely of all…
Grant Perseverance
This is Grant Perseverance. But we like to call him Percy! He is a chunky, playful, ovary-twitching-inducing ball of fun! I got to visit with him and his family a few weeks ago. He holds a special place in my heart because, although he’s just turning one today, I’ve prayed for him for much, much…
My First Free Saturday
I woke up this past Saturday and didn’t know what to do with myself. I’ve worked nearly every Saturday for the past six years at the hospital and I was so eager to have a true weekend, a two-day-in-a-row-mini-vacation. I’d lived with a day off here or there for so long that the prospect of…
