i'm kelsey.
it’s nice to
meet you.

"We write to taste life twice."
-Anaïs Nin

I've never called myself a writer.

I've kept a journal since I was six; my first entry was one sentence: 'On my sixth Christmas there is no snow!' But I've never counted journaling as a real form of writing. It was, and still is, stream-of-consciousness emotional spewing intended only for myself. (I've given strict instructions to multiple loved ones to burn them when I die.) In this journal, there are spelling errors in messy handwriting in almost-out-of-ink pens. There are questions. There are prayers. There are screams, sobs, and laughter -- in written form. 

I've started to take some of these words and thoughts and feelings and make them a bit more other-than-my-eyes-friendly. As I grow and (hopefully) get a bit wiser, so do my words. Through writing and re-writing and editing and completely starting over, I'm uncovering how each little and big thing -- from my love of doing the dishes, to the joy of best friendships, to the little delights surrounding us -- is important. Sacred, even. It's all part of this beautiful and confusing and miraculous journey that I'm on, with you and the other seven billion beings on our Earth.

It is life, and I'm going to taste it twice.

So. I'm Kelsey. A seeker, a millennial, an optimist, a Midwesterner, an officiant, a friend, a wife to my beloved husband I met in a karaoke dive bar ten years ago. I’m someone who loves snail mail, being out side, Hamilton, dogs, black coffee, finding just the right words, planners, Mary Oliver, the ocean, and waking up before the sun rises. I am many more things that words can't quite define. (And so are you.)

And here, I am a writer. And these are my letters to life.