KELLY J MASSEY

We cannot overlook the other known influence of Santa, Saint Nicholas. Especially since yours truly was born on Saint Nicholas Day, but S...

Life is beautiful. The experiences, The people Walking under the green leaves of trees; The sunlight making them shine like emeralds. Lif...

We can survive 3 minutes without breathable air. (Or longer when you’re near – I can’t tell – my breathing becomes so shallow). We can su...

If I were a Snail, I’d consider sleeping through 2020 The election, the pandemic, the general hysteria I would avoid. Snails can sleep fo...

In the spring when we ascended the mountain, It was too early for shorts and sandals for the climb but they had been perfect on the valle...

A Welsh legend I’m told, a prince who refused to fight with his siblings over their father’s throne. He sailed away off to the west. Did ...

Do you remember parking our bikes on the lawn? It’s how we knew where to find each other when we were late to play. How about playing Kic...

“Ember!” his stupid voice blares through the night. I wanted to get away unnoticed, but apparently Steval woke just as I left our campsit...

“Ember!” I sigh and turn to the town elder, wishing I could have escaped town to go berry picking like I typically do every other Thursda...

I may have mentioned that I'm writing alongside my Creative Writing class this semester. This week we started prose, and our first prompt...

Daddy never talked about the war. He wasn’t a part of the “greatest generation.” Instead he was protested, and spit on in the streets. ...

Life burbles from the spring, excited, grasping, experiencing, rolling over the smoothed rocks to join the waters that have moved through...

He paced the lobby of the veterinary hospital. A walk he seemed to have taken several times before. Though in younger years probably much...

Crows recognize faces-- they remember kindnesses bestowed and any disgraces. I remember faces— the kindnesses bestowed, the touching warm...

I move through the cathedral of trees to a place that both quiets and stirs my soul. The ravens overhead ever in attendance at this servi...

Where do we go when the world is full of despair, when the world is full of fear, when the world is on fire? Where do you go when the lon...

What happens when you’re built strong and sturdy with a fiery temper that blows off the peak of a dormant volcano. The anger spilling out...

Only a block away, really at the end of our cul-de-sac, we were a world away up on Buttercup Hill. No houses with prying eyes, only bould...

As with most Halloween traditions, several came from the Celts and their celebration of Samhain. The black cat that we love and celebrate...

The story involves Jack and the Devil, but it has nothing to do with a fiddle. The Legend of "Stingy Jack" starts in a tavern as any good...