Kelli Lynn Grey
Bio
I'm a professional copywriter & educator who writes essays and poems as Kelli Lynn Grey.
Stories (10/0)
View from the Crossroads
Inside our apartment, my children share a large bedroom which looks out over a manicured lawn, a still-busy road and the parking lot. During quarantine, they have been able to track evidence of the world's continued motion from the safety of their room. It's peaceful how headlights and street lamps blur through droplets of rain on the windowpane sometimes at night.
By Kelli Lynn Grey4 years ago in Motivation
Apocalypse Chow
Back in November 2019, when the coming COVID crisis was in its infancy and hadn't yet impacted the entire world, I manned a booth at a community festival. Across the makeshift aisle from me, a local artist named Jeremy Smith was carving a turkey as onlookers watched in wonder. They weren't hungry, and the turkey wouldn't have provided much sustenance if they were. That's because it was crafted from a pumpkin.
By Kelli Lynn Grey4 years ago in Feast
Day One
I'm familiar with the way a single life moves in cycles. I've watched mine start and stop multiple times. Sometimes, it's my health. Sometimes, it's my relationships. The year before and after giving birth contains its own series of beginnings and endings.
By Kelli Lynn Grey4 years ago in Motivation
Colorado Dreams
I traveled to Denver, Colorado, three months prior to asking for my divorce. I was officially attending a networking event for writers. However, I spent most of the trip wandering around the city, performing some type of walking meditation. With assistance from THC-infused chocolate, I allowed my mind to relax and my perspectives to shift.
By Kelli Lynn Grey4 years ago in Wander
Sometimes the Best Classroom is Community Theater
Note: This essay originally appeared within the author's publication Secular & Sensational on Medium. I remember sitting in a church parking lot, tears pouring down my face. These were different from my other tears. My other tears came out fierce and fast, a direct response to immediate physical or emotional pain. These parking lot tears emanated from the center of my body and fell down slowly in time with my breath. They were not the result of pain so much as they were the result of being human.
By Kelli Lynn Grey4 years ago in Geeks