i read. i write. i rebel. my head hurts.
Pittsburgh has been my adopted city for more than a decade now—for basically my entire adult life. I love the city’s geography, the number and quality of parks and cultural attractions, my job at the library, and the comfort that comes with extreme familiarity. But I still get homesick. My family is from Coatesville, a...
A long time ago, in a town far, far away, I discovered Star Wars. I was ten, my brother was nine. We were at my grandparents’ house, where the adults were doing something that necessitated sticking us in the tv room upstairs to watch movies. It was 1997, and the Star Wars trilogy was airing...
Three is a lucky number. Thirty is ten threes. Ten threes may not be as lucky as nine threes or even six or three threes, but still. It’s lucky. I used to dread turning 30, but then I turned 27. 28. 29. Time creeps forward, whether we’re paying attention or not. So I choose to...
When I was around 14 years old, I realized I had no desire to have children. And here I am, a few months away from hitting 30, and still, I have no desire for children. Neither does my partner. It’s not just a lack of desire though. The thought of having my own children, of...
Perhaps it’s the writer in me, perhaps it’s my mother’s nosiness, but when I eat at restaurants, I can’t help but observe the diners sitting around me. On a recent trip to Buffalo, New York, for the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair, my husband and I ate dinner at a local vegetarian-friendly restaurant called Merge....
Kelly reads everything, writes weird depressing fiction, and always has a migraine. She lives in Pittsburgh, PA, with her partner D.J., their dog, a lot of tea, and too many books. In a perfect world, she updates this blog every Tuesday and Thursday with essays on writing, living with chronic illness, and navigating this big/small world we live in. Keep reading...
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