I actually already wrote a blog for today, but then it occurred to me that it’s almost Halloween!

Who would I be to ignore that fact, especially since it is like my favorite freaking holiday of all time. JOHN CARPENTER IT BOTH VERSIONS

You'll get the other blog next week.

I know I already did a blog on the new movie version of It, and brilliance of Stephen King, and the reasons that I love scary movies. I guess one of the big ironies of my passion for those kinds of frights is they don't really scare me. That stuff isn't real, you know--there's no such thing as demon clowns or.psychopathic Chucky Dolls. Plus I used to teach acting and direct plays, so I know how the effects are done (the blood I used tastes like peppermint, and if you'r a B/W movie fan, you know Hitchcock used chocolate syrup) It's fake, so it's fun. The shivers I get when I watch that girl climb out of the TV in The Ring are 'pleasantly adrenalized shivers' and I'm interested in  THOSE frights any day of the week and twice on Sundays.


So what is it that scares me, then? That gut-wrenching, boulder-in-the-bottom-of-the-gut horror that people aren’t actually (I don't think?) craving? Things I don't even like to think about or say, because in  y overactive imaginary world I'm giving these things power or bringing them on--you've read this blog before.


But I'll tell you what, for the sake of this special holiday AND because the more I think about it, the more the self-exploration into the topic has clarified some things for me, I'm willing to write and speak the words aloud. My greatest fears.


I've always thought burning alive would be the most horrific thing, or drowning. But I'm overly careful about fire and electicity, and I'm a good swimmer who rarely even goes in the water, so those are esoteric reasons to fear. Not likely to cross my path.


I do, however, have two sons, active and impulsive little balls of energy, which means I live in constant fear of something happening to one or both of them. I thought I knew I'd signed up for this when I got pregnant, but I had no idea. This scares me a lot.


II also have MS, and a mother with Dementia. When I first was diagnosed, my biggest fear was being unable to walk, because my original exposure to MS was a wheelchair-bound aunt-by-marriage. But nope, that's not even in my wheelhouse of fear now--I don't think that's gonna happen to me and if it ever does, I'll deal with it as the inconvenience or annoyance it will be--but I'm not scared of it.


What I'm scared of is losing my mind.


Everything I do or have done or really, really enjoy is based on my brain and intellect. I am a teacher, and now a writer, and reading books or enjoying movies or plays or stimulating conversations which I can contribute to, those are my life's pleasures.

 Now when I hear about the cognitive issues and brain deterioration which are the hallmarks of my disease, every time I forget a word or a name, (which feels like it happens more and more every SECOND of every day), and most of all, when I talk to my mother and she arches her fingers, searching for the simplest next word, I am terrified. I'm frightened to death of one day having to stretch fingertips to the sky and still not reaching the word or the thought or the idea.


 I'm petrified of losing me.


But, like those other fears we place in an invisible vault because of the sheer counterproductivity of dwelling on them--am I scared of the unrest in North Korea and of nuclear proliferation? Sure I am, but I KNOW I'm not going to be able to affect that beyond my regular duties as a citizen of this country and this planet, so I put it in the vault. I'm scared of harm coming to a member of my family, but beyond trying to teach them caution and self-awareness, I try to put it in the  vault.


That's what I need to do with this fear, too, this twisting paranoia that my brain will betray me and I'll lose my very essence. I know, logically, that I'm doing all I can do through diet and exercise and positivity, and feeding my mind every chance I get, and that's all I can do.  I need to put it in the vault, and hopefully this is a step. VAULT

I've twisted the lock opened the heavy steel door, and what better time to do it than Halloween? My favorite holiday, the day I met my husband, and HEY! Why not the day I put some scary things into a big impenetrable repository? Frighteningly symbolic, right?




I'd love to hear your thoughts! Until then--stay mystified!



Kelley's Konundrum April 15th, 2018

The Mystery of Relief Stories

Ihave two fun stories for you today, one of which is just kind of an awwww... that’s cute story, and one is kind of a karmic retribution story that I heard yesterday that I think is hilarious. But first I have some notes. My boook, Poison by Punctuation and down in the belly of the whale, both have release dates! Who is in my punctuation is not going to be released on April 24, and down in the belly of the whale you already know it’s coming May 5. So I’m super excited about both of those things and kind of in shock at the same time that all this is happening with my books in my life right now. So, yay!!!

And the second piece of news is concerning this blog and my website. As you all know, my website blog is frustrating, because the blog posts all go at the bottom of the list and you have to scroll down to get to the newest one. But now, as soon as I can get my act together, is going to have a new website, one that is an HTTPS site, that has a blog feed within it. This means that every time I post a blog it will just show itself as the top of the list. On this blog-- here’s the information below--find it. Plus, the HTTPS address means it is a secure website and won’t happier life or steal your information or do otherwise horrifying hacker ask things to you.

Anyway, I’m not sure like I said when it will be out, this new website. But it’s in the works, and a much more specific way than it was before. I’ve even done pricing and laid out months rent price for websites etc. etc.

OK, onto the blog. First story involves my father, whom you all know about as a bookseller and massively prolific reader and just my shining star and I miss him so much. This past week I talked to my friend Shawn about all that’s happening in my life right now, and he said so you’re the first one that’s published! So that means your dad if he were here now owes the hundred dollars. And I was like, Huh? What are you talking about? I’ve been telling Shawn how much it would have meant to my dad to be able to see all that’s happening to me in the literary world right now, including that whole top 10 Spring books to watch list in a major metropolitan newspaper, which happened last week. And that’s when he made the comment about the hundred bucks. He was like, yeah, don’t you remember? He came to our writers club for that holiday dinner? And how sad is it from my memory but I don’t remember anything about this. Apparently when Shawn and I were in a writers group back in Colorado, one holiday season, my dad came to a dinner at the writers club writers group. After listening to all the stories about all of us potential riders and our projects and our dreams and ambitions, my father said OK first one of you gets published I’ll give you 100 bucks. And it’s true, that group, I am the first one with the contract to sell my books. Cool story, right? But also sad and bittersweet. I told Shawn there's another part of that story as well when we were talking this week, I said he wanted to be a writer to, my dad, did you know that? And he was like, no shit!? But it’s true. I found out after my dad died that, along with being the most prolific reader and lover of books and well read person I have ever met, he also wanted to write. It was heartbreaking to find this out after he died. He was part of a different generation that never would have expressed this desire to other people except for his friend that he told someone at some point during his life, but he would never have told us and I wish he would have. Because maybe I could have encouraged him. Maybe I could have shown him that it’s a really really hard thing to let someone else see your writing, like taking your heart out of your chest and put it on a plate and handing it over, but it’s really therapeutic to do it too. Anyway I thought that was an interesting sweet story.


Now, story number two, not so sweet, but hilarious. There is a group of retirees at the dog park where we take Lucy. One of the women, let’s call her Barbra, has lost her husband. But she was talking about him yesterday because there is a problem at the dog park as far as people who don’t pick up the poop. That’s a problem everywhere actually I don’t really understand it. Everybody knows it’s disgusting to leave feces in the outdoors any place there are people community members. Everybody knows this but still there is a decent size percentage of people who completely ignore how disgusting and despicable this practice is. Barbara’s husband had a really good concept of karma one year, when their neighbor would walk his dog passed their house and let him poop in their yard as opposed to going home for the dog to poop to poop in his own yard. So finally, Barbra‘s husband one day took a shovel. He shoveled sthe dog shit into the shovel and walked the full shovel over to his neighbor's house. He rang the doorbell. When the neighbor answered the door, he ssid HI! You forgot this! And he threw it into the house.


The neighbor never let his dog poop in Barbra''s yard again.


See, karma?


The group had to make comments about the danger of road rage/gun enthusiasm in this day and age maybe making Barbra's husband's action maybe more dangerous these days, but we all just laughed and laughed.


Anyway, fun stories Ireally needed to post today, to get over my anger at the fact that I lost SIX TO EIGHT HOURS of my life this weekend, time I will never get back, because I got hacked. Grrr. I'd love to hear what you think! Untiil then…Stay Mystified!


Kelley's Konundrum December 10, 2017

Sunday, December 10, 2017

5:14 PM

Blog How Do You Do it?


Yesterday I had a meltdown. A big one—sobbing was involved. Door slamming, breath hitching, snotty nose ruined my makeup meltdown. I get why it happened: we were getting ready to start a big Saturday—a holiday MS party downtown followed by a visit to Santa at Seaworld. All fun, all easy, right?



I guess it started with the zit. I have this huge... growth right in the middle of my face, directly to the side of my left nostril. You’ve probably seen the videos, cuz I’ve been trying to get rid of this thing for a month, and that makes for FOUR video blogs plus a book giveaway, all with the zit in HD full technicolor. Right now the battle involves a ludicrous procedure which includes two cleansers, a microneedle and copious mountain of benzoyl peroxide. And then all the regular nonsense that girls go through when heading to a public event involving pictures. By the time I was ready to go, I was already tense. Then I realized I’d forgotten to print out the parking passes for the MS party. I’m not a big City girl, but those of you who are will understand this is a crucial detail.


My laptop is old, have I mentioned that before? How about the slowest Internet connection possible these days without being an actual dial-up connection? Yeah, well I have both of these things. All these things came into play when I was trying to print out the parking pass. First I couldn’t scroll down my email list define the email that had the pass attached. Every time I started to scroll down a little message would come up that said Aw, snap! Something’s wrong! Do you want to wait? Or do you want to shut down the program? I don’t know whether the code writers think this attempt at colloquial conversational phrasing makes it easier when your computer is behaving like an Ahole? Or what? but I was not in the mood. Obviously. I tried both things, waiting and then reopening the program, and then restarting the whole computer.


Oh, and one little detail I forgot to mention: every time I scrolled down the list of emails I passed by at least five other things I was supposed to be doing, like writing a recommendation letter, sending a book to a contest winner, trying to record a chapter for the audiobook, send a phone back to my hotline coordinator, having Christmas cards made, and Christmas shopping for everyone I haven’t shopped for. Which is...everyone. And every time I started over, this list flashed by like a Neon sign screaming YOU ARE NEVER GONNA GET THIS DONE. YOU CANT BE A WRITER AND A MOM AND A WIFE YOU ARE A LOOOO-SER.


By the time this had happened again for about the fourth time, what I was ready to do was throw the computer across the room through the window down the side of 50 story building to explode on the street below. Instead, what I did was burst into tears and hand the computer to my husband, and walked up the stairs to slam the door to my room. There I sobbed in frustration, partially because of the to-do list and the dumbass parking pass, but also because the crying totally ruined my makeup and we were already late.


I know, I know. These are total and complete first world problems, which means they’re not really problems at all —rather fantastic blessings of my life that I can’t see clearly right now.


But I know I’m not alone, so that’s my Konundrum for the day. How can I do it? How do YOU do it? When you’re getting what you want and what you need and what you totally bought into—living the dream but the dream keeps coming at you hard and fast and asking more and demanding more—how do you keep from throwing something 50 stories to the street below? Besides living on the first floor, which is actually true in my case, but I know I still coulda smashed that thing into a million gazillion teeny weeny little pieces. How?


And then my husband brought the mail in, which included a nifty little Jury Summons right on the top of the pile—scheduled for right in between the birthday party and his actual birthday. Of course.


I’d love to hear what you think! Until then—Stay Mystified!



P.s. here’s my happy news story for the day. I’m sure it’ll be a blog later. KG SOUL SISTERS

Here's the picture of what my laptop would look like when dropped from a great height:

Kelley's Konundrum 11/19/2017

Saturday, November 18, 2017

3:32 PM

Kelleys Konundrum 11/19/2017 What We are Thankful For Shouldn’t Be a Mystery


Yesterday I finished my 22nd Jack Reacher Book—Midnight Line—and it was a good one. This book, while it did have the signature trademarks of glorious fight scenes we live through with Jack in almost real time (he explains the mechanics of his decisions to bust heads with great precision and clarity) and Jack’s cool deductive and intuitive searching skills—there’s plenty of that. But this book was a primo demonstration of THE ESSENTIAL REACHER. 


Jack is one of my favorite thriller characters because he has such a well-defined ETHIC: if a human being is suffering, he wants to alleviate that suffering. Not because of any religious or moral obligation, but because he knows humans shouldn’t make other humans suffer. Because it’s a thriller, and because he’s an action hero, this sometimes means he maims or kills the people causing that suffering. I’m not condoning that, I’m just sayin’—I love him. 


This is a simple storyline—Jack finds a West Point class ring at a pawn shop. It’s a very big deal to get in to West Point and an even bigger one to get through the program, so Jack’s concern is immediately sparked: what kind of personal suffering might cause a person to have to sell that crucial symbol of accomplishment? So he decides to find the person who pawned it and determine if he can help. That’s it—that’s the whole book! And it’s such a fun ride, a Jack Reacher book, but it always, always makes me think, about my personal ethics and those of others. This week, when we’re in the middle of so much horror—from home-grown terrorists and a new mass shooting every week to the spate of sexual predators finally coming to light, I’m so glad I can count the number of evildoers on one or two hands, but the numbers of people coming out of the woodwork to help victims and survivors are immeasurable—I can’t get to those totals on all my fingers and toes plus every hair on my head. This guy right here behaved in kind of a Reacheresque way at the Las Vegas shooting—he stole a truck to transport victims to the hospital—see, his ethic was to alleviate others’ suffering. I never heard if he got in trouble for stealing the truck, but I doubt he did.


He and Jack are underlining exactly what I wanna be most thankful for this Thanksgiving: people whose empathy and ethics eclipse things like greed and self absorption. The Dalai Lama says it best in this article:


“My wish is that, one day, formal education will pay attention to the education of the heart, teaching love, compassion, justice, forgiveness, mindfulness, tolerance and peace.”


Today I am thankful for people like him, and for further evidence that despite some events to the contrary, that more people like him exist. And I’m thankful to Lee Child, for being able to imagine a character in such an entertaining way, but with a little message built in that people can be motivated to help, not because they’re trying to build a stairway to heaven or because they’re looking for recognition or self-satisfaction, but just. . . Because.


I’d love to hear what you think! Until then. . . Stay Mystified!


Kelley’s Konundrum 3/4/2018 The Mystery of Why on Earth Universal Background Checks are STILL not a law in Our Wonderful Country

The year is 2000. I have been teaching for eight years at this point, and for about four years at my current position as an English and drama teacher in my old alma mater! By many litmus tests—things are great – perfect even.

Except for one big way. A way that has come to light and stirred this memory even more with the Parkland school shooting last week.

You see, The new school year starting in 2000 came only a few months after the columbine shooting, April 1999. Just across the continental divide from my school.

Now, I didn’t lose anyone I knew or taught or loved in this shooting, but I did lose something important—as did we all—and that something is the basic confidence I’m going to my place of work and feeling like it is a safe place to go. As a TEACHER, for Christ’s sake— not a SWAT policeman or a firefighter or fisherman or any job where the possibility of not coming home is an actual and understood risk. Now that I’m a parent the fact that my children, whom we as parents will always give our lives to save, have to undergo that same risk just by getting up in the morning and going to school? What?


Anyway this loss became more apparent, vitally more clear, in 2000. One day and one of my classes we were just milling around near the end of the period when the door flies open and a person in a monkey mask rushes in, starts hurling desks around the room and sprints out again. The pictures that fly through my head in the fifteen seconds he’s there rival every war movie and slasher film the imagination can muster, and I can’t help thinking ‘this is it this is it oh god this is it we’re all dead.” I run after him, but he’s gone.

Some students knew who it was—a stupid kid trying to impress his buddies. I wish I could say the cops came after him and punished him in a way befitting the seriousness of going into a classroom with the intent of frightening the entire room (and giving the teacher a massive coronary) months after the first school massacre, but no. Nothing happened to him, but that’s another blog, my friends. Stay tuned.

The following ten years are horrifying in their own right, because words like ‘lockdown’ and ‘shelter in place’ became a part of our lingo, an accepted new normal that’s unacceptable. It even got to the point we made jokes to cover the lunacy—my opening day speech included an indignant soapbox speech about how I had to prove my love for my students by swinging my butt out in full view of the sniper because my classroom door locked from the outside only—any lockdown meant I had to start the process by GOING OUTSIDE to lock the door. Again, another blog.

So, this blog is about guns, because we’re back here, again. For the gazillionth time, some sick and/or evil person has taken a weapon into a school to kill people. Nothing is being done to stop it—at least, the government isn’t doing anything. The schools are trying, but again, the fact that schools are now a place where you might have to fear for your life is beyond ludicrous. I am of the opinion that assault style weapons and paraphernalia like bump stocks and large capacity ammunition magazines have no place in a civilized society, but even if you don’t agree with me there, statistically I bet YOU are one of the 97% of the people in this country who favor universal background checks seriously, what the hell??? I grew up in a gun culture, I know lots of people who are law-abiding gun owners. They all are OK with having a background check before they can purchase a weapon, for Pete’s sake. If you go into a gun store and need a background check before you can buy a gun, the same requirement should hold true for anyone who wants to buy a gun at a gun show or online. As I’m writing this and watching the words come up on the page it’ floors me. It’s total common sense and there are some squeaky wheel, loudmouth, A-holes screwing it up for everybody! And people are dying! And people are scared to Go. To. School.

For Christ’s sake.

I’d love to hear what you think! Until then...Stay Mystified!

Kelley's Konundrum September 3, 2017 : That Mysterious Near Enemy, part 1


I heard about this concept in a Louise Penny murder mystery--she's my favorite new (new to me) mystery writer. Her books are very character- and setting-driven, and the whole book is spent really looking into what makes people tick, and the books have inspired me to delve a little deeper with MY characters too.


So here's the idea. There are three psychological concepts called near enemies, and they come in pairs. These ideas look the same on the surface, but on closer inspection and understanding, one of the pair is healthy, the other destructive.


I'll give you the pairs, then today I'll just discuss one. As in, Part One.


Here they are:






Today we'll talk about compassion and pity. They can both look the same, right? Look at the concerned face of anyone scrolling through Facebook posts and hitting on one asking for prayers about every 30 seconds. Then look at the severity of the reaction dependent on how well you know the FB friend.


What's the difference? They're at many Emotions involved, feelings for another person, feeling bad for another person, and they look very similar. I think the difference is empathy. Vs. judgment.


Think about it from a personal perspective, and reflect on one of your own life trials. I have multiple sclerosis, which you all know. It sucks. I hate it. But I deal with it, just like you deal with the hardships. But I don't want people feeling SORRY for me. Don't pity me--that's the destructive part. Pity, I think, is a form of judgment, more of a kind of "I'm so, so glad I'm not you", as opposed to compassion, which to me looks like "I've been you, or I can sense what it feels like to be you, and I'm here for you to help in whatever way you need, or whatever way I can."


In the wake of Hurricane Harvey, I think we saw people in Texas show extraordinary compassion. This first story shows that:


The second story was new information to me, and hopefully will be a good reminder to anyone who sees it, to do a little research to find the best way to show their compassion, not the objects of their pity:


What do you think? Do you know of times you're reacting out of pity rather than compassion? Can you do anything about that? I'd love to hear your opinion...until then: Stay Mystified!



Blog for Christmas December 25, 2017

"I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul of the giver." - Maya Angelou

This quote, along with these segments from my favorite news show CBS Sunday morning, Kindness is good for your Health Donna Reed


along with this really cool picture from the ROCKET LAUNCH from SpaceX we could see from our HOUSE 🏡 last Thursday, sum up the three things I'd like to focus on this week: kindness, giving, and the natural conclusion of those concepts—Wonder.

We are just wrapping up an amazing family Christmas here in San Diego with just the four of us. We started a new tradition with a non-traditional Christmas Eve dinner (it was SUPPOSED to be sushi, but then the sushi places were all closed, 😳, so we substituted with pizza and garlic knots), and still had a VERY traditional Christmas.

Over the course of the week we watched: A Charlie Brown Christmas, Miracle on 34th Street, A Christmas Carol (with George C Scott), How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and we wrapped it up with, of course, It's a Wonderful Life.

On Sunday morning, though, I received a call on the helpline that just broke my heart, not because this guy didn't understand kindness or giving, but because the way he thought he had to do it was no longer available to him, and he couldn't see the forest for the trees.

The caller—we"ll call him Leonard,is disabled enough by MS to be unable to hold a job and relies on disability payments to survive—a common plight of many of my callers. It's a constant battle—the disability payments are always a fraction of the living made before, and the common Iament I hear over and over again, is why can't my life be the way it was before?

This is the song I heard from Leonard when he called. It's really hard to gauge how to respond to this problem, because it depends on what the caller wants to hear. Is he looking for our yeah I know how much life sucks kind of commiseration? Or does he want just a sounding board to vent? Or is he looking for ideas? Ways to handle the fact that his life will never be the same? My problem is I always want to tell them how I handle it, or how what I think the best way for them to be, and I don't really know that because I don't know them.

So I tried just listening to Leonard, and offering some of the ways I distract myself from dwelling too much on what I can't do and try to find things I can do that I stil enjoy. Like, if he's stuck at home does he like tv? Movies? Books? Music? He tells me the only book he will read is the Bible, and he can't do only that. I asked him about bible-adjacent kinds of books? Like studies of scriptures or analyses of certain verses or something like that? No, not interested. He just wants to sit around and figure out—and here's what I mean by the forest/trees comment—the REASON his life is going this way. Because 'Don't get me wrong', Leonard says. ' I know things happen for a reason—I'm just trying to figure out what this reason could possibly be.' And he proceeds to tell me about his daughters who are losing their homes because they got ones they couldn't really afford and now he can't help them keep their houses, and he used to just buy them gifts just for the heck of it and now he can't, and again, what could POSSIBLY be the reason for that?

So I just murmur my condolences and share my 'I know, that's just so frustrating' platitudes, but what I want to say, what simmers underneath my tongue like the lava at the base of a volcano, is DUDE! THAT's one of the reasons, can't you see? Your daughters aren't gonna thrive if you're buying them gifts and saving their butts from bad decisions! Holy cow! The fact that you're not willing to look anywhere beyond what you've already done, that's another reason.

I know, I know. Leonard bought gifts for his daughters as a way of expressing his love, and he doesn't know another way to do it. It's just frustrating to KNOW, in no uncertain terms, that this guy would be happier if he, instead of spending all his time looking for the reason his life was so different, just accepted that it was. Searched for other, cheaper ways to express his love and gratitude and wonder for his daughters, and I bet he'd find them in spades.


So where are you this Christmas? Have you found your wonder? I'd love to hear your views! Until then: Stay Mystified!

 Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!


Kelley's Konundrum 03/11/2018

Sexual harassment in the children’s book industry

I received this article today, concerning sexual harassment in the children’s book industry. Since I am getting ready to publish a book in the children’s book industry that has criminal sexual abuse in the storyline, I wanted to talk about this article and what my thoughts were.

First of all, let’s talk about the #metoo movement. My friend Ken asked me the other month if I thought the statistic about one in three women being harassed or raped or assaulted at some point in their lives being an accurate statistic, I told him it was not. I think it is much, much higher. One in two for sure, and then my friend Sandy and I discussed it today and she thought it was more like 75 or 80% of all women experiencing harassment.

Of course, one has to clarify the definition of harassment and all that it includes. It’s really tough definition for sure, and that’s one of the reasons it’s turned into this huge thing in our society, because it’s really hard to have something cohesive that all can agree on. I’m going to go with my personal definition, but with the caveat that I know a lot a lot a lot of women who agree with me.

Harassment is any time a person makes an unwanted advance toward another person; insinuates them self into the space of another person without invitation; blocks another person out from being able to extricate themselves from a place or situation, or touches another person without their permission. If I person makes comments about another person regarding any of their body parts or their appearance, that can be harassment, but mostly it’s just stupidity and immaturity. I think it becomes harassment when the stupidity is repeated or pressed or pestered in any way. So it’s not harassment to ask someone out and tell them you think they’re attractive, but it is harassment when a person says no and you continue to do it. Persistence is a great quality when you’re trying to perfect your curveball, not so much when you just won’t leave someone the hell alone.

I made three specific connections in my mind when I read this article: The first one was about little boys: how much of a harrasser’s behavior can be boiled down to immaturity?. I know I’ve told the story before, but back when my boys were young, we were all walking up and down the isles of Costco and all three boys that both my sons and my husband were playing with this gigantic Tonka truck in one of the aisles. I laughed at my husband and said “you are such a little boy,” and here’s what he said: “Haven’t I told you this before? Boys mature until about the age of 12. After that, they just get bigger.”

I’ll never forget it. And the fact that it was him, a man, saying it very nonchalantly and matter-of-factly, as opposed to me saying it as I throw up my hands in frustration at something he’s doing that I feel is immature, that’s what makes it so memorable. It is what it is.

So that was the first connection I made to the article. It came when I read the part about the guy who was utterly shocked when somebody leveled a harassment claim against him. He just couldn’t understand it, he felt like he couldn’t possibly be something he had done. Until one of his friends said, “Oh yes, yes you do that. Remember when you asked me out 14 times and wouldn’t stop until I finallybleveled a threat at you?”

And he was shocked and horrified and upset with himself, and could really see how his pestering, while maybe intended to enthusiastically sow interest, didn’t really show that at all. I started thinking about that in terms of the sentence my husband told me about boys and where they stop mentally growing.

Before I continue talking, please understand. I am in no way condoning harassment, just trying to understand some of it. What if the seed for harassment comes down to little boy pigtail-pulling? A mind who wants love and attention but doesn’t know how to get it?

My husband asked me the question point blank when the #MeToo movement took hold. “So if I ask you out, is that harassment?” He asked. “Tell you you’re pretty? What about hot? If I tell you you’re hot, is that harassment?” And see, going by my definition, that second part—you are pretty or you are hot—makes the answer yes, it is, but that’s the sticky part, and the reason I’m writing the blog. Because now it becomes a matter of degree. Compliments are great, and it seems like giving sincere compliments should never be viewed as harassment, but...but what? But “you look hot” could be taken differently by different people, and maybe could even make the compliment-giver perceived as wolfish or lecherous. At this point in the conversation, it may be helpful to also refer back to the female version of immaturity, which is a tendency to look at every situation as an opportunity to be ruminated upon and overanalyzed. Don’t tell me this is not recognizable to a lot of you! It made my husband’s question more difficult to answer, even more so because he’s never behaved, during our time dating or since we’ve been married, in a way that’s wolffish or lecherous. He was just trying to understand it, maybe for his entire gender and because, as he recognizes, men exist in a twelve year old mindset no matter how big they got.

I finally told him, and that’s how I’ll leave Part 1 of this blog entry, that it came down to honesty and common sense, mixed in with a little awareness of your surroundings. If you’re trying to get to know someone, and they’re so hot it makes your teeth melt, maybe just begin with, “I’m really glad to meet you. I hope to get to know more about you.” Worst case scenario, you can’t go wrong with “Hello.”

I know I’m being over simplistic, and there are much deeper issues to delve into for this topic, which is why this is only part one.

I’d love to know what you think! Until then, Stay Mystified! Kelley

Kelley's Konundrum 10/08/2017The Mystery of the Façade


So last week we talked about people who are legitimately nice and kind and happy. But today I want to talk about those people who are NOT Legitimately these things, but present that to the world anyway... and the mystery is how do we figure out which is which? Before we get hurt?


The first person who fits this bill, in my opinion, and did have an actual negative affect on somebody I love very much. That person is my husband, and the person who hurt him is Cliff Huxtable. OK it's not Cliff Huxtable, it's Bill Cosby and he didn't literally hurt my husband, but he did literally hurt a bunch of women.


My husband is a really good father, and I think it's really important thing for him to be that way. I don't know how else to express it, but he thrives on my boys--he interacts with them all the time,he is affectionate with them, strict but always ending with an 'I love you'--he enjoys playing games with them--they are the most important thing in his life, bar none.

And Cliff Huxtable was his inspiration. The epitome of fatherhood, Dr. Huxtable always have the right thing to say, and always know the right thing to do. The Cosby Show

Now Jim knew and we all know that has lines were written for him and he wasn't a real father like that, at least, nothing I've read about him supports that. Cosby Article


But we didn't know all this, did we? And The Cosby Show was playing at a time when its young watchers--one of whom was my husband--was developing ideas about what their own future might look like, and Cliff and Claire Huxtable presented a future he wanted to have, a father he wanted to emulate.


When the inklings of the real Bill Cosby started showing up on television, Jim didn't want to talk about it. He just tightened his lips together and shook his head. When it started absolutely looking like the rumors were true, he still wouldn't talk about it, but I knew. He was heartbroken. He has high expectations of himself and everyone around him, and to have wasted a beloved cultural hero on this guy, it was too much.


Politicians haven't been deserving of this hero-worship very often...maybe ever. The hypocrisy is rampant. Political Hypocrisy


And I'm not saying actors should be role models, or athletes, but damnit, yes they should. If they're going to play a part where people look up to them, maybe they should at least try.


I don't want to be cynical. I don't want to second-guess whether the person I'm meeting is really the person I'm meeting, but sometimes it's hard. What do you think is the best approach? It's a mystery...


I'd love to hear your views. Until then: Stay Mystified!

Blog January 14, 2017

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

9:19 AM

For my 2018 Resolution, I've decided I want to be more Tao. Have more Tao? Live it? Whatever, I wanna do it.


Taoism is an eastern philosophy defined by Lao Tzu and by Pooh as 'living in harmony with "the way"'. The way is just "how things work" as near as I can figure it, in nature and in our own lives. Following the Tao is about taking note of the 'inner nature' of the object or idea you're looking at, and then just letting it be what it is. Instead of trying to change something to make it fit into your notion of what it SHOULD be, just accept and embrace what it is.

Pooh's inner nature is simplicity—he wanders around the woods and lusts after honey. Period. But things still get ACCOMPLISHED in Pooh's life...somehow. The Tao would say because if you let them, the things that NEED to happen will happen. Just allowing things to go their own way means they will go. The analogy I read concerns a cork on water. The harder you slam the cork down into the water, the more violently it'll pop back up, probably splashing you in the eyeball to boot. The cork ain't gonna stay under the water anyway, because that AIN'T the inner nature of the cork. The cork floats and bobs, man. Yeah, that's its natural state. Or sometimes it captures wine in a bottle or holds up pictures we'd like to pin into the wall without poking holes in the wall, but you know what I mean...😜

So to appreciate the inner nature of the world around us, I guess that would include an understanding of the ocean (it doesn't care about you as a person and is an awesome and massive power, so be careful around it, tiny human!) the earth (there are systems in place to regulate life cycles and predator/prey relationships, and the Taoist believes we humans should stop 🛑 messing with those and assuming that just because we're at the top of the food chain we can do anything we want. We can't. Or rather, we shouldn't.) and maybe even the stars (call me crazy, but I don't think a Taoist would EVER assume we are alone in the universe. Assumptions of any kind don't seem very Tao, to me.), and finally ourselves.

I've been trying to think about MY inner nature, my true self. That me is a worrywart and a control freak. So do I need to just let all that stuff happen freely? And according to Taoism I'll be a total success?

Well, no. It doesn't say that, exactly. The Tao (aka 'the way') says you need to allow recognition of character traits within yourself that you or others might perceive as negative, and then you can choose to change them, or use them in a different way, or find a way to turn them completely into a positive.

That's the part I'm stuck on right now—how can I turn my negative qualities into positive ones, or change the way I see them as negative, or use them in a whole 'nother way? I'm going to ruminate on that this week, and let you know my conclusions next week.

What is YOUR true inner nature? I'd love to hear what you think!

Until next time: Stay Mystified!


Here's this big-smiles cute curly-haired guy named Koi explaining his definition of The Tao:

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Blog New Years Eve 2017–The Mystery of the Evolution Resolution James Franco


This morning, as I watched my favorite news show CBS Sunday morning, I was struck by something said by actorwriterdirectorartistsingerrenaissanceman James Franco, and I took it as a profound truth maybe because it came from someone who has put in a gazillion hours of time and effort into actingwritingdirectingartistrysingingrenaissancing, and still comes out with a radical shift in his thinking. He summed it up as an ‘evolution’, i.e. he’d been taking on and taking on and taking on more and more responsibilities. More than any human can really expect of himself, and now he doesn’t do that any more. Now he has evolved to a place of balance, where he’s doing SOME of those responsibilities or taking on ONE new idea here and there, but also surfing. Or hiking. Or binge-watching a season of some show. He’s concentrating way more on balance, and so I’ve kinda used this Christmas break as an opportunity to try the same thing.


Here’s my situation: ever since I started writing full-time, I have just added more and more and more elements of...stuff to that schedule. What started as a full Writing/marketing requirement five days a week became seven days, and working on one, sometimes two projects per day turned into MUST CHECK IN WITH ALL OF THEM ALL THE TIME. The result of some really exciting stuff happening for me professionally has turned into some meltdowns of overwhelm...ment. New phrase: Meltdowns of Overwhelmment. I like it. Nothing like starting your day with a fun experiment turning adjectives into nouns!


I may have gone a little bit over to the dark side, however, as far as trying to get to a place of balance. As in, not doing anything but the bare, bare minimum, professionally. Spending like a total of five or six hours with my butt planted on the couch, where five or six MINUTES at a time is usually my maximum. Doing this blog now, no corresponding video, after missing last weekend (the ACTUAL New Year) entirely. Seems very unacceptable.


But you know what? I’ve needed it. Cuddling on the couch with my husband is fun, even though he’s way too big for the couch and there’s a lot of flopover as a result. 🤗😜My overdo has reminded me once again that what I need to continue working toward, always toward, is balance.


And also, as I re-discovered while flopping over on the chair yesterday to reacquaint myself with the Tao of Pooh, to acknowledge and embrace my nature, and the nature of all things.


But that’s the next blog...


I’d love to hear your thoughts! Until then: Stay Mystified!


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Blog February 4, 2018

 Everything I Need to Know I learned From Watching Groundhog Day

Bill Murray is one of my favorite actors, but I’ve never considered Phil Conners as one of my favorite characters. Now, thanks to Austin Kleon, he is. Phil Conners reflects me and my journey as a writer. At least, the writer me I want to be: Kelley, the Taoist writer. The words, the feedback, the process, they are all the river. I am the river, and this article reinforced the idea so eloquently.

I have two books coming out this year – one murder mystery, number two in the series, and one young adult paranormal. Each have characters and storylines which are close to my heart, and I'm very excited about both of them. But the YA caused some initial stress, because of reactions from other readers. Negative reactions. Reactions that scared everybody about the release of the book and what it could bring, or maybe not bring. It worried the publisher too, so we went so far as to add some minor tweaks to the manuscript. And there’s nothing wrong with that, in itself, except for it kind of goes against the whole, if I may “finished” manuscript. I guess authors are always going back to their older books and seeing ways this scene could be better or that one could be tweaked to tug another heart string or twang a bigger suspenseful breath-catcher. Even those writers you think are so amazing or perfect--they weren't always or maybe they never thought they were. It's more about their journey.

Anyway, I was lucky enough to live in the digital age AND still be three months from the official release of the book, so those tweaks went in like a hot knife into butter. But  Phil Conners--and Austin Kleon--reminded me of something more important: I will ALWAYS be doing this. This is the journey I have chosen, and it's not one where I am aiming to get to a certain destination or end. I have two books coming out this year, which is amazing and indescribable and requires constant work to monitor and market and add to (still need a book trailer for the mystery, and did I mention I'm NARRATNG the audiobook for the YA?), but I'm also 15,000 words into another book in the mystery series--#3--and I'm thinking about possible storylines for #4, and I have a YA series for which a draft for Book 1 exists, but man it needs SO much work. And when I finish all that, I'll do it again. I saw a great episode of Castle--have you seen that series? Oh man, if you like murder mysteries you have to see that series…so much fun…guest starring Michael Connelly and, I think James Patterson? Another character, a newbie writer, is over-enjoying an initial success of his first book and acting like an arrogant douche, when Connelly interjects, "Now that you've finished this book, you wanna know what you need to do next? Write another book. After that? Another one. And then another book after that, and another, and another, and so on and so on."

The lesson from Phil Conners, and from Austin's blog, is that this is the reality for artists, and for many other occupations and lifestyles: it’s not a journey with an end destination, rather a continual journey without end or climax. It's about cherishing the process, and that is the measure of success. Phil goes through every possible permutation of understanding of his life in perpetual Groundhog day, landing finally on appreciation. Every day may be the same in the basic process, but the person who's always looking at the process for what they can get out of it and what they can do to  improve it, that is the genuine success story.


I'd love to hear what you think! Until then, Stay Mystified!


Kelley's Konundrum 9/30/2017 The Mystery of Legitimately Nice and Happy People


This morning, my youngest son and I were up until 6 AM. Him because he had to take the dog out to go to the bathroom, and me because if I don't get my morning 'processes' started at least a couple of hours before I have to be anywhere, I'm not ready to be anywhere. These processes don't necessarily relate to girly get ready stuff, like hair and make up, but rather me drinking enough water and coffee to start the day flowing through, If you get my drift.


So anyway, my son and I are up at 6 AM to get ready for some soccer games and other weekend joys that happen in our fabulous family lives. He turned on the TV to his favorite station, KPBS public broadcast television, and guess what on KPBS at Saturday morning 6 AM? That's right, it's Mr. Rogers neighborhood!!! No, I'm not talking about Daniel Tiger's neighborhood which is the current version of this beloved show. I'm talking about the real, actual, 1975 and beyond lovable neighborhood guy show, which is the best thing ever...


Mr.Rogers had a friend in this episode around the neighborhood bakery. This friend – we'll call him Edward – had a neighborhood bakery. Edward had just entered a cake decorating contest and was so proud of his cake, and so sure he would win the decorating contest. He had even dressed up in his special yellow chefs hat to wear to the contest. He was so excited!


He watched as the judge passed out 2 Honorable Mentions, and shook the hand of each winner. He watched as the third place ribbon was awarded and second place ribbon, and he shook the hand of each winner. The camera then watched his face as the judge presented the first place ribbon to someone on the other side of the table! 😳You could see that emotions flip across his eyelids, but he held it together well and shook the hand of the first place winner, and the next scene we sat with him in Mr. Rogers living room. Edward explained how disappointed he was, because he just wanted to be the best at something! Mr Rogers made him understand that everybody wanted that, and didn't Edward have the best bakery in the whole neighborhood? Why, yes he did! --here is the episode.


Anyway, about halfway through the episode I started to cry. I was standing at the open refrigerator door looking for orange juice, and the tears are trickling down my cheeks. I'm like, what the hell? Am I just overwhelmed with happiness at Mr. Rogers? What's going on?


The answer is yes. I was overwhelmed with nostalgia by seeing Mr. Rogers, but I also just felt...the subject of today's blog, which is how can people be so legitimately nice? And grateful? And why do I feel like there's such a shortage of Mr. Rogerses out there these days, or any days? I am no exception, always trying to start each day with a grateful heart, but then grousing about idiot a-hole drivers and focusing way too much energy on my aching back--even if the car is empty or I'm grousing to myself--at the earliest opportunity. 




I see a lot more me's out there than I do him's, and I just want to be more like him. My new bracelet is gonna say 'WWMRD?'


And he was legit, from everything I've been able to find out. In life, he was that calm, pleasant, smiley purveyor of gratitude and helpfulness everywhere he went, I guess, just like on his show. How'd he do that? And how can I do it? (Insert pop culture reference HERE: )


I'll have what he's having...😜seriously, and I think that's the best way I can do it. Every time I focus more on helping someone else, or doing things without worrying about what others think about them, or just appreciating what I've already got, I can channel a little bit of Mr. Rogers. Runs 


Or Phoebe. Phoebe and Mr Rogers would've been like best friends, I guarantee it!


What about you? Who are you channeling today? I'd love to hear what you think...until then...Stay Mystified! 


Blog 11/11/2017 Kelley’s Konundrum: Why Does Doing Good Feel So Good? DOING GOOD FOR THE DO-GOODER


I didn’t even have to read this article to agree wholeheartedly with it. So many things I’ve been trying to do on a daily basis, for what feels like my whole life (but in reality it’s only probably about 15 years,) make me feel better more than anything else. When I’m focused more on others than on whatever problems, real or imagined, I’m facing at that moment, that’s when I feel good. Opening doors for people, smiling a lot, and falling into those big bear hugs whenever the opportunity arises, those things make me feel tremendous.

Oh, except for occasionally the bear hug thing backfires because...well...I tried it on someone who yeah, may need some comfort, but THAT kind of comfort, not so much. I sometimes misapprise the size of another person’s personal bubble. Like, mine is nonexistent, so surely THIS galorguy must appreciate the therapeutic value of the full body squeeze. No? Just me? Well.


Okee dokee, then, so today’s mystery is about Why Doing Good Cuts Both Ways. Let’s talk about another way to implement doing good that doesn’t involve space invasion: Smiling. Smile muscles are wicked easy to work and I THINK, I think are also tethered to norepinephrine or endorphins, oxytocin? Onea those feelgood hormones. It’s really hard to feel bad when you’re doing this. Dennis at the gym calls me Kind Kelley—he thinks I MUST be so super nice because I smile all the time, but really it’s the hormonal infusion I’m getting from using the smile muscles. Kind? In reality I killed six million ants 🐜 this morning, it was a real bloodbath, and I loved it. Ant Apocalypse. Is that doing good? It sure was good for me, anyway. No, I’m just kidding. ‘Kind’a.

Not about the smiling, though—a smile given and returned does make me feel good.


Thanking people when they do something nice, that feels good too. There’s a guy at Sprouts who makes a point of asking me about the things I purchase from his deli counter, and how they are working for me. He always concludes by asking if there is ANYTHING else he can do for me that he hasn’t done already? And the answer is, heck no—the extra effort he puts in to taking care of his customers makes us feel good all around. So thanking him, that makes me feel good too.


And what day is today? Oh, yeah, it’s VETERAN’s Day! Talk about doing good for others, those who serve our country do an ultimate good. When the Gusich family sees anyone in a uniform, be it military or police, fire, EMT, whatever, we thank them for their service. It’s a little, teeny, infinitesimal good that doesn’t compare to the ginormous sacrifice made by so many who’ve served the country, but I’ve seen the looks on the faces of people when they are sincerely matters. Baby steps, right?


I’ll leave today’s Konundrum with a really cool way Russell Wattenburg does good for others, and it’s through my favorite guessed it... BOOKS! His store in Baltimore, The Book Thing, is full of Books, and they’re all free. 0 dollars, no charge, walk on in and walk out with one book or 100, it doesn’t matter. Free! Russell says it best as far as the reason he does it, so I’m going to leave the last word to him: THE BOOK THING


I’d love to hear what you think... Until then: Stay Mystified!


Blog October 22, 2017

The Mystery of Simplicity

I am so into this Louise Penny mystery series, I can hardly drag myself out of it to do anything else. Right now I'm on the 4th--or is it 5th? No matter--they're all about setting, and food, and most important--character. Louise is very interested in what makes people tick, and how elements of personality and circumstance can grow and fester and build to a point where someone will take a life.

In this book, which as I now went back to check the list have found it's actually book 6 (!?), is called Bury Your Dead. This  had a really interesting outlook in terms of a finality as to what can cause someone to murder. No, not a finality – that's not what I meant. Maybe a clarity. A winnowing of all the reasons we tend to think of: jealousy, money, pride, and the list of deadly sins.  Nope, it's really much simpler than that: the reason people kill is FEAR. 


Fear of losing what you have or of not getting what you want.

I totally believe that!

Think about it: you don't get the relationship you want, or you have it and then you get dumped: fear.

You're broke all the time or you come into a windfall and then lose it: fear.

You get that part or that role or that team, you fear someone ousts you because they're better, or you get injured, then BLAMMO! It's gone.

Killing someone because of these fears seems extreme, but it's a logical extension of the concept. If you lose the things you fear losing often enough or on a big enough scale, that could lead to murder.

For me, as I'm sure you could guess, my big fear is health-related. I now have everything I've ever wanted: marriage, children, a writing career, and most of the time, I feel great. I'm willing to do the work to keep those things,  but certain elements there are beyond my control, much as I'm loath to admit it. And my health, as far as the things I fear the most, is out of my control, to an extent. I can deter cancer by eating well and not smoking and exercising and watching my weight, but I can't control my genetic makeup or my family history. 

So who'm I gonna kill because of my fears? If another person messed with those things I fear losing--my family--well I could kill THAT guy, for sure. But otherwise most of the things I fear the most have little to do with the actions of others. I fear being unable to continue doing all these things I waited and worked for for so long. So basically Death or Disability, those are my big fears. And I can't really kill them. They're ephemeral and ubiquitous, and untouchable.

So from me, you're safe. For now. 😜

But what do you think of the mystery? Does all this bad behavior come down to one idea? I think it does.

Of course, this concept doesn't apply to psychopaths. Check out this article:  Cruel and Kind

So as far as the murder rate, psychopaths don't count in this mystery, because they don't feel fear. Or maybe it just screws up my idea, because it's the lack of fear and inability to even understand it that leads to the murder. 😳🤷🏻‍♀️

What do you think? I'd love to hear your ideas! Until next time: Stay Mystified!


Kelley's Konundrum September 17, 2017

Sunday, September 17, 2017

4:49 PM

The Mystery of Transmission.


No I'm not talking about transmission of diseases transmission of love transmission of hard feelings, I'm talking about car transmissions. And transmission of personality, which I'll explain later...


The first transmission definition is in my car, Elsie--my 1992 Honda Accord, purchased in 2005 from a guy in New York who'd only put 70,000 miles on since she was new. (New Yorkers use a lot of public transportation, right?) and she's been GREAT, up til now. Now I think Elsie needs a new transmission. And a new air conditioner and a new suspension. Pppppppppth. 


But she only has 128000 miles on her, plus a bunch of other new stuff--new catalytic converter, new muffler, new radiator--all put on in the past few years. I do not want to get rid of her


And now I have to sell her anyway. 😫 Her A/C is still broken, but the suspension? Turned out to be a bent wheel. The transmission? One of those underling mechanics who 'thinks he hears a clunking inside' it, but the actual mechanic/owner who was out of the office at the time, hears nothing. Bah. 


Too late--we took the information we had at hand, and found an (old) new car. Or a (new) old car, since it's new to me.. And younger than Elsie--2002 instead of 1992. So this one is at least the first car I've owned born in the 21st century! It's exciting, and she's very pretty. Right now her name is Beulah, but I might change it when her windshield gets replaced.


The other transmission definition came this week. You all know that I like flowers and that my Hondas for the past two or three Hondas have had lots of flower stickers all over them. I love it! Went a little less crazy with Beulah however. I just put hay left of a purple flower on one windshield corner and then I really pretty blue Morpho butterfly sticker on the other windshield corner. I replaced my I love Steinbeck bumper sticker in a new place on my new bumper, and then I got a new bumper sticker that just says 'be kind.'


So my husband said, "If you ever get a new, new car, you can't put stickers on it." Right now, as he is the main financial support of the family, I had to agree. "But," I said, "when I become the next Suzanne Collins or Stephenie Meyer, the new car I get will have stickers." Because that is how I express my personality--the 'transmission' of myself to what I drive. Think about it--a LOT of people transmit their personality, by driving a car with a fancy name, or title, or color--maybe through their big bulky tires or shiny chrome wheels. For me, it's flowers and bumper stickers professing my love for John Steinbeck.


You express your personality your way, I express mine in my way. Tomato, tomahto. What do you think? Do you transmit your personality through the car you drive? 

What car do you drive?


I'd love to hear what you think! Until then, Stay Mystified!

Last week's VIDEO version of blog


Blog September 24, 2017


Konundrum--The Mystery of Scare-Love


I guess this week's blog isn't really a mystery, because it's pretty straightforward to me: I love to be scared. Not in real life, so much, but give me a well-done scary movie or book, and I'm in hog heaven.


Now THAT might be a little bit of a konunundrum, the definition of a 'well-done' scary movie. It's different for everyone, but for me that means a focus on scenes where I'm holding my breath and gripping the seat, not scenes where appendages are flying and heads are rolling, and nobody really wins. I watched My Bloody Valentine--a horror flick from the 90s, I think--just because it stars Jensen Ackles, and y'all know he's one of my celebrity crushes. My Bloody Valentine


Anyway, other than the hunky frontman, this was NOT a good horror movie. This was demonstrated to me when the first person who was killed had her head bisected by a shovel. Ugh. From that point on, I just watched Jensen all the rest of the time, and closed my eyes each time the slasher music came on. Pickaxe to the forehead? No, thank you--not my idea of a scary movie. Dean Winchester sure is cute, though. But all those gore-fests aren't my idea of a delicious scare, just gross. The cheap 'boo' was rampant, and if the good guy wins, it's only temporary, because there has to be a setup for the sequel. Which is a whole 'nother later blog, called The Mystery of Excessive Greed. The only hope in this kind of scary movie is the hope the sequels will end sometime before I'm fitted for a cane and Depends. No, I want strength in my scary movie. I want redemption. I want legit comic relief and it doesn't hurt if I'm brought to tears at least twice..


Which brings us to the epitome of my definition of a good scare, and the reason for this weekend's blog--Stephen King.. I saw the new movie version of It this weekend. It Movie Trailer


It scared THE SHIT out of me, a delicious shivery scare with drawn breaths and holes scratched in the movie seats. Okay, there were a couple of those cheap 'boos', one I thought I'd prepared for which I found out I hadn't. I thought the straightfaced buck toothed Pennywise was much scarier than when he got all fang-y--why is it that people always think more automatically means better? Rows of razor teeth, to me, would I'm sure cause my head to explode if they were actually coming toward my arm, but that's what makes the scary movie with the buck teeth and a little tendril of drool much better and all the more disturbing. IT'S NOT REAL. That's why it's delicious. I'm not interested in the rehashing of the serial killer psychopath. I want the subtle disturbia that stimulates my imagination and makes my heart stop from a pretend standpoint only. This movie did that, as did the miniseries from the 80s, as did the 1,138 page novel I read when I was 10, and 20, and which is sitting on my dresser now waiting for another read . It: The Novel


It, and pretty much every other SK book in existence works for me because I think he's an optimist, and a feminist, and a romantic all wrapped up in one horror writer. The stories have strong female characters, Beverly Marsh

in-depth and touching relationships The Loser's Club


And are funny as all get-out Richie is Hilarious


And while this did have to leave some room for the next movie at the end (the 1138 pages has to be divvied up), there is definite hope there. And strength. And I'm not alone in this feeling, I guess, because I've been told It is now the highest grossing R-rated movie of all time. And it's only been out for 2 weeks.


I'd love to hear what you think: scare, anyone? Until then...Stay Mystified!


Kelley's Konundrum Sept. 9, 2017

Saturday, September 9, 2017

5:11 PM



The Mystery of Endorsement

When do you just love something, and then when does your love become a commodity?

Teachers As Commodities


I read this article last week, and because it's about teachers, I of course posted it wherever I could...😜


When I taught high school, I was pretty much broke all the time. Not much has changed now that I'm a writer, but I vividly remember those penny-pinching days vis-a-vis supplies for my classroom. Really, vis-a-vis most stuff. Teachers don't get paid what they're worth, dontcha know? There was never enough of anything. That rumor you've heard about teachers spending their own money for supplies isn't fake news or mythology: it's true. And technology? Fuggedaboutit. I used an actual overhead projector until 2006. 



So anyway, I read this article, posted it, and then started thinking about it. On the one hand, big companies giving supplies to teachers fills an obvious need and also promotes innovation. But what about that? Could it also promote...collusion? Undue influence? Teachers have a very specific understanding that what they do in the classroom should coincide with their philosophy on what is best for kids and their learning. But what if it doesn't?


I have experience with this  concept in a teacher/administrator relationship. I had an administrator later in my career who wanted me to change several of my classroom policies, based on some study and this bandwagon people were hopping on, and while I felt those policies might be good for a small segment of the student population, they were CERTAINLY not good for the whole group. This is where the administrator and I clashed, and guess who was in the position of power and influence? Yup. Not me. My feelings on this administrator and this philosophy are as follows: the changes and the bandwagon leaping were both being used as rungs up the ladder to power, and therefore were a commodity. The person on this ascent (AKA The Administrator) may have cared about what's best for kids at this point, but the superintendent' job trumped all that.


I think it could happen to teachers just like it happens for doctors: when incentives are attached to pharmaceuticals, it's been proved that doctors are more likely to prescribe those pharmaceuticals. And what if what's best for that patient is a different pharmaceutical?


Or...and here's the shocker...what if it's best for that patient to take NO pharmaceuticals. Maybe instead they'd feel better just by changing their diet. Or <gasp!> moving around a little more. I'm not saying you should NEVER use a prescription, because that would make me a big hypocrite (I have to get injections 3 times a week), but you can't tell me people aren't overdoing it. And some of that comes from overprescribing it. And that could come from the swag--even from the doctors who legitimately got into medicine because they just wanted to help people.


I think that COULD happen to teachers, too, if we're not careful. A 3D printer that a kid uses to build a model house, that's an awesome thing. It could increase innovation, motivation, creativity.


But so can a stick. 


A lightning-fast laptop with every bell and whistle can help students do their homework. 


But so can a pencil.


Is it a problem? Well, that's the mystery... 


Paper vs. Laptops 


I'd love to know what you think! Until then: Stay Mystified!


Sunday, January 21 2018


Me and Pooh, The Taoists part 2 (Hey, it’s a rhyme!)


I’ve been thinking about some of the elements of my personality that could be considered flawed, bad, or whatever. At first I said control issues and worrywarting, but now I want to add impulsivity. Don’t know why I forgot that one.


This article has an interesting listing of negative personality types in the workplace—but it can also look at those types from their positive sides, which is what I’m wanting to do for myself in this blog, as per my interest in Taoism. Check it out! (By the way—I think I could probably be categorized as a Distractable, Narcissistic Venus Flytrap in this article, but I’m gonna have to study myself a little more to figure out how that relates to the three flaws I’m addressing, or if they are completely separate flaws and I have to address them as, like, this ever-burgeoning shitlist...)


Then, as of yesterday, I need to add overreactor to my list of flaws. Not that I just started overreacting to things yesterday, but I just had a major overreaction that brought this to light. Here’s the deal: I love the game show Wheel of Fortune. I’ve been watching it since I was…well, since forever. Junior high? elementary school? I don’t long as it’s been around. And I’m good at solving those puzzles. This doesn’t relate to any narcissistic tendencies I might have, by the way, it’s just a demonstrable fact. 😜


Anyway, I wanted be on the show ever since I moved here to San Diego to California. Well that’s not true – I also wanted to be “Vanna White for a day” back when I lived in Colorado, because they had that contest and I tried to enter it and I didn’t get it. But here—HERE there are opportunities to try and be a contestant. There’s a giant yellow bus that travels around the country and stops here in San Diego every year or two to hold these sort of public

Wheel of Fortune games where you have the opportunity to try and show your skills. And then if you can solve some puzzles and you make yourself known in some way (for example I once sung “I Love Rock and Roll” in a mall parking lot in front of like 200 other hopefuls) they might invite you to do a secondary audition whete just a smaller group of people get to do puzzles and answer questions and try and impress the WOF committee enough to make it on the show as a contestant. I’ve now tried to do this no less than NINE times, and three times I’ve made it to the callback, and every time I’ve solved a puzzle and been myself and been loud enough for people to hear me and enunciated enough for the mouse in a hole in the wall across the auditorium to understand me, and...nope. Nothing. No call, no invite, squat. Two times ago I met this guy Eric who was TOTALLY SURE I’d make it on the show. I was, like, the only shoo-in in the group, according to Eric. Anyway, you can guess how that time ended—I saw Eric on the show four months later—I think he won like $5000! Gah.


The other day I realized it had been over year since I was able to audition on the Wheelmobile. So another way you can audition is by sending a video to the wheel of fortune website which I have done I think six times. I made another video and sent it in on Thursday or Friday of last week, and lo and behold they sent me an invitation on Saturday!! To go to Culver City TOMORROW and they are looking specifically for some theme weeks: if you’re a tennis player or tennis fan, if you have adult grandchildren whom you want to play the game with you, if you want to be a husband and wife team or, for a best friends week!


My husband is chaperoning a field trip tomorrow, but my closest friend here in San Diego LOVES WOF, and so we’re hitting the road Tuesday a.m. to try and get on for the next Best Friends Week. Wish us luck!


Oh, yeah, overreactor. That’s what we were talking about—my newly recognized or remembered flaw, and how I can embrace it or alter it as my new Taoist self.


So I made the boys clean out the back of my car on Saturday— I’m sure most of you know what a mess little boys can make. When I got in my car on Sunday afternoon I noticed the doors were unlocked, and my handicap placardwas missing from the front mirror. I looked all over the floor under my feet and on the passenger side and passenger seat, and then I flew into a panic! Oh, no—I have to call the sheriff and report it, and I’m gonna have to spend ALL DAY Monday at the DMV to replace it, because we will surely need it in the craziness that is LA. I don’t have time for that! I have a magazine deadline on Monday and I still haven’t done my blog and I have meetings to prep for on Wednesday and Thursday nights and...gah. Ugh. Total overreaction I know, but it felt like the ABSOLUTE worst time to have this monkey wrench hurled into the works.


After some tears and kvetching and yelling at my kids for their irresponsible behavior, I calmed down and started to adjust my plans for the following day. Which I guess is the reason I didn’t include overreactor on my original list of flaws needing my adjustment or adaptation. That is SERIOUSLY part of my inner nature, and I’ve always been aware of it and I’m always working on turning it into a positive—I plan ahead always, I make contingencies, I prepare for alternative outcomes, and my brain starts working on ways to adapt to the new reality almost immediately. Almost. Immediately. 😜


I think this comes directly from the MS diagnosis which I have now had for a full half of my life. At the time I was waiting on the diagnosis it felt like a really big shoe dropping that I had been expecting for really long time. And it took me a lot of months/years to wrap my head around my new reality and figure out some of the contingencies and adaptations I was going to have to make. But they all turned out great! So I guess I’m feelin’ Pretty Tao on that score, anyway. Oh, and my son found the placard like a half hour later anyway, so I didn’t even have to change my plans! And I didn’t get towed outta that space for not having a placard, which is LUCKYYY Ducky and would’ve presented a whole pile of new problems I thankfully don’t have to overreact to!


I think I’ll just relax and think about the newest item on my bucket list: Goat Yoga. Yoga


Next week I’ll hit on one of my other flaws to apply to this Resolution. Maybe the worrywart thing? I’d love to hear what you think! Until then: Stay Mystified!


Hello book lovers! I know i missed last week, and this week's entry isn't nearly as colorful or interesting to the eye, be honest I'm sort of hanging on by a thread with the blogging for a couple of reasons--the biggest one being I REALLY, REALLY, to the utmost cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-get-a-movie-deal, need to fix p my blog--put it in wordpress or jumla or whatever server will put this on a FEED. So the newest ones on top and so I can start a mailing list and all that marketing stuff I'm not really that into, but will do it because it's part of this package called writer. So that's the main reason, but also I had the flu and my computer died and I need to solicit reviews and DID I TELL YOU I HAVE TWO BOOKS COMING OUT? In a matter of a few months, now, which seems crazy to me.

So for today's konundrum, the question is how do you grieve? I mean, how do you do it well, and honor the person or relationship you've lost while still being able to move on and stay productive and grateful for the time you had with that person or relationship? I'm curious and I'd like to hear, which I hope I hoe will happen more when I've figured out all the logistical detail.

A few months ago, I lost a writer friend named Fred Ramsey. One of those gone-too-soon type scenarios even though I think he was 82. He mentored my writing in lots of ways I could not or did not ever really share with him, and though I don't believe in regrets, I regret that. Last weekend, even though I had crud in my lungs and was inhaling nasty antibiotics, I still went to this writer's conference--the one where I met Fred in 2000--because I really need the recharge and because it's only held once per year, flu epidemic be damned.

At this conference, every year they pick a topic at the beginning of the weekend and then you have the whole weekend to write 250 words on the topic, in whatever form or version you wish (poetry? Flash fiction? Have at it!) and they choose a winner at the end. This year's topic was 'cell' (or 'sell' or 'cel' which is a word no one's heard of), any form of the word as well. I decided I wanted my contest entry to be a salute to Fred, and although I didn't win the contest, it felt like just what I needed to honor him.


A Eulogy for Frederick Ramsey


The year is 2000. We’re all preparing for the end—Y2K on the brain—could it mean the collapse of everything? I’m more concerned with reconstructing my own life to include a brick called writer. But I don’t want a wall. I want a hand, one to extend and one to hold.

My first meeting is scheduled with a reader, a mystery writer called Fred. His grey hair parts neatly on the left. Reading glasses perch on the very edge of his nose, precarious, as he plops my work down on the table between us. “This will never work. No one wants to read a murder mystery where the victim’s only characteristic is bad luck. Trying to pull off 50,000 words on a wrong place/wrong time scenario makes your job too hard.” He shakes his head, the glasses hanging on for dear life. “Go easier on yourself or you’ll never write another one.”

Fred’s combination avuncular curmudgeon sends me back to him over and over again. I can’t learn enough from this man who’s so comfortable in his understanding of the world around him, but still mystified by atheists who believe there are angels. I’m one of those, but I never told him.

Now it’s 2018, and the world’s still here, but Fred is gone. I don’t know how to reconcile this. Trapped in a cell of my own grief, I’m locked behind trepidatious bars of pain and injustice.



Maybe this’ll get me out. 

Exactly 250 words. :-) How do YOU grieve? I'd love to hear what you think. Until then: Stay Mystified!


Kelley's Konundrum

October 15, 2017

The Mystery of finding the balance

Before I watched segments on Pink and other stories (Tom Petty: did you know he played his entire final tour before he died with a broken hip? Rather than disappoint his fans, he performed for them for months while in incredible pain.)

on my favorite show CBS Sunday morning, my friend Richard had sent me this WSJ article by Peggy Noonan. Why So Many Guns?


I read this article, and immediately fell into a pit of depression. This article marries Debbie Downer and Negative Nancy and births a baby I'll call Freddie Fetal Position, as in, how I wanted to render myself as I curled into the corner of a dark room. Jesus. Oh no, I thought--I live on the West Coast--am I half the cause of all the country's ills? (Because according to this article, we are bi-coastal evil doers. Those New Yorkers are just as Bad). Even though I'm in a family of four supported by one teacher's salary, am I one of the reasons Americans own so many guns? Is it me that causes the rest of Americans not to feel safe? Good grief, Charlie Brown.


I don't disagree with her that there are things to be scared about in the world today--a lot of things. But this article, to me, seemed much more concerned about placing blame than about considering solutions, and man, was it a buzzkill. Was I to blame for all of this? I don't think so...

So then I watched my fave early morning artsy news show--CBS Sunday morning, and two of the stories were about performers who'd definitely fall into the "protected elite" category the article talked about, people in that top 1%--although I'm pretty sure Peggy Noonan is in that category herself, and hey, even I, with my one-teacher-salary, am probably in that place. I know how lucky I am.

And I thought about those segments, in that show--Tom Petty, who seems to have had a horrible and difficult upbringing, and what did he do with that? He spent his life delivering messages with variations on the theme of not backing down, and then proved it by delivering what turned out to be his deathbed message on a BROKEN HIP. Jesus.

And then there's the Pink story. I don't know much about her background, but the story was more about what she's done to be a part of that 1%: PINK


 So the Aerialist who trained Pink, started her by taking her to the jungle gym and making her hang upside down and sing while the aerialist punched her in the stomach. Only when she could do that, and do it well, would the teacher start with flying lessons. Who does that? People with drive, and ambition, and grit. People who don't spend all their time looking at the parts of life that suck. And lots of parts suck, it's true. But I just don't understand how blaming Pink, or Tom Petty, is productive, or at least I guess I don't understand the point of what feels like a singularly dystopian, apocalyptic message in my article. No fetal position for me, please--it gives me a backache. PINK


So I will leave THIS blog with a visual from Pink, a message from Tom, WONT BACK DOWN 


and my life's motto: Every Day Above Ground is a Great Day!!


I'd love to know what you think! Until then: Stay Mystified!


Kelley's Konundrum November 5, 2017
The Mystery of Poland Bananas

Ha ha! That does sound like a mystery doesn’t it? Like, what kind of a mystery could Poland bananas be? Do they grow a special kind of banana in Poland? And if so, why would I be writing about it? I don’t even eat bananas, know...constipation. A real concern for those of us over 40 who are on medication. 😜

All right, it’s not really a mystery. Poland Bananas is, actually a popular YouTube channel run by a vivacious girl named Christine Riccio who reviews books and talks about Books and things related guessed it, Books. She discusses a lot of YA, and since I’M currently delving into that world as a writer, I thought PolandBananas would be the perfect place to jump back into that world (y’all know I taught high school forever, but I’ve been gone since 2011, so I’m returning. How Kelley Got Her Groove Back. Which holy cow, that reference dates me right outta the box but...c’est la vie)


So here’s my take on Poland Bananas.

PB is very well-liked. Each video Christine posts has tens of thousands of views, with multiple thousands of likes and thumbs downs that could be counted on two hands or only one.
Christine is just having the best time. She’s very physical with all her reactions and her emotions about the content are right there for us to view. It’s easy to ride right along with her on the journey.
Her channel is filmed SUPER professionally—the lighting’s good, and the videos are edited and multifaceted, with cuts in and out and scene changes, music and fun graphics


Her posts are a lot of fun! I’ve watched ones about time travel books and plot lines of books and several about specific YA titles. NaNoWriMo NanoWriMo haha I did sign up for NaNoWriMo this year, with delusions of grandeur as far as finishing the first draft of murder mystery #3–Strangled by Simile. Fat chance. I haven’t even been able to go onto the website to change my title to Poison by Punctuation—I DO have to finish content edits for that book in November anyway. But I’ve been deleting the NNWM emails with big guilt, but there’s JUST NO TIME.

Maybe next year. book plot judging featuring the family. Now here’s an idea! My publisher recently told me that although she knows me as a goofy and extroverted type person, she noticed MY YouTube channel was much more subdued. Here’s Christina with her family—maybe I just need to recruit some neighbors to come in and chat. In the dark upstairs hallway where the computer is. Next to the bathroom. Hm—maybe not. 😜

I don’t FEEL like I’m being subdued. I know I don’t sound subdued when I read aloud to students (can y’all say Down in the Belly of the Whale AUDIOBOOK? With your very own Intrepid Reader Kelley Kay Bowles as Narrator? Oh yeah oh yeah #HarpersPower...) I FEEL like I’m excited and enthusiastic when I’m talking on my channel, but i know it pales drastically in comparison with Christine’s. But that’s okay, ya know—she’s being her and I’m being me, and we’re all having FUN! comments on time travel. I’ve been trying to get some suggestions from Christine as far as which series she’d recommend for my 11 year old son. He’s stuck right now, and he loved him all the Rowlings and Riordans and I know those are big stars on PB too. Maybe I’ll give him this Blowback Trilogy...(my son is also a HUGE Back to the Future fan—another discussion in this post. I am a gigantic Michael J Fox fan myself, basically because he and I are like, Chronic Illness Big Nasty Autoimmune Disease cousins. MJF is the coolest cat—we can all be inspired by his ‘Always Looking Up’ attitude. Hey, maybe I could recruit HIM to be my partner on my YT channel. Bet I’d get more than 6 subscribers that way...) Turtles All the Way Down

This is how I first met Christine, as she talked about the new John Green book. The Fault in our Stars made me ugly cry, so I commented on my hesitation to dive into something else right away where snot might be coming out my nose. I’ll get to it, though, and her take on the book is fun and fabulous. I saw a livestream of John's own book presentation in LA the other day—he’s a lot of fun, too, especially when he and his brother Hank start interacting (Vlogbrothers : ) Everybody should readFinally, if there was any mystery about PolandBananas before, this last post dispels it once and for all. For all my years teaching English, I had one motto: if you don’t like to read, you just haven’t found the right book yet.’ It was and is my goal to help people find the right book, the one that sucks the reader into worlds of imagination and excitement. Helps them catch the book bug. This post shows Christine Riccio has the same motto, helping all her thousands of followers ❤️ and appreciate this most wonderful form of human expression: BOOKS!


Check PB out! I’d love to hear your thoughts. Until then, Stay Mystified!.

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Kelley's Konundrum, Novemer 26, 2017

Monday, November 27, 2017

2:17 PM


Blog November 26, 2017 Is There Such a Thing as Benevolent Addiction?


Yesterday two things happened to me. No, make that three—one thing happened a few days ago but totally pertains to this topic. Wait...maybe four things. Why don’t I just shut up and start talking?


My father was addicted to cigarettes. Probably alcohol too. I fought with him about cigarettes for my entire life. We would have these very logical intellectual debates that ended with him saying “I’m going to do it because I like it. Period. End of story.” Well I believe it’s very true that he liked it a lot, I don’t think that’s the reason he did it in the end. I think he just couldn’t. not. do it..


He started smoking at the age of 11–in 1944 when we as a country were still FIRMLY entrenched in the ‘cigarettes are healthy’ mentality. But even in today’s more educated world, people are starting down this road of addiction to tobacco, even mature, smart people who know it kills you and know it stinks and know it is bad for the environment. Why? Because it makes them feel good. It’s all about the chemical reaction, right? Whether cigarettes cause a feeling of being high or a feeling of fitting in and being cool, something happens in our body that we like. It makes us feel good. And who doesn’t want to feel good? More frequently and more powerfully every time—that’s certainly something appealing. Today I saw a segment on CBS Sunday morning about COPD—Chronic Pulmonary Obstructive Disorder—a progressive and terminal lung disease attached to everything from Emphysema to Asthma, which was what killed my father. Well, congestive heart failure was technically what killed him, but that was brought on by not being able to BREATHE for six straight years. Anyway, one gal featured in the segment—West Virginian Liz Duff—was at the tail end of her struggle, emaciated, losing teeth and with the everpresent oxygen cannula stuck under her nostrils, but still—she LOVED to smoke. Grinned with glee as she said it.  Is there Such a Thing as BENEVOLENT ADDICTION?


My dad too—Mom made him quit when he had to go on oxygen full time (“I REFUSE to get blown up in my own house so you can have a goddamn cigarette!”), but I know if he’d been able to get in the car (he wasn’t) and drive to the store for cigarettes (he couldn’t) he’d have been all over that like white on rice.


The science seems to be showing this to be true for anything you look at—we get that rush of dopamine to the system with everything from alcohol to ‘Likes’ on social media. Then we just look for the rush again and again.


The second thing on the list I want to talk about is my own personal addictions. What are mine all about? I think I’ve told you before the main one for me—it’s sugar! In particular, chocolate. This past week I proved to myself that I really have little or no resistance when it comes to sugar, when my husband collected all the Halloween candy in a bag to take to school to give to students. The minute that bag hit the landing and everybody else left the house, suddenly like three mini Three Musketeers, two Hersheys chocolate bar minis, and two little bags of M&Ms disappeared down my gullet. It was like I lost control of my hand and the movement of my fingers from bag to mouth. You can tell the shame of my addiction purely from the fact that I waited for everybody to leave to do this!


I have a lot of friends who do the same thing whether it be sweets or wine sourdough bread your vice.


So the third event that brought this blog about happened this past week when a friend did a review of my newest book, YA novel Down in the Belly of the Whale, and that is also a reflection of my other addiction: reading. This reviewer told me she was so interested and into my story, that she canceled her Saturday plans so she could finish. This is music to my ears as a writer, and the main reason I’d like to make the story is available to as many people as possible. Anytime someone can be so into a story that they put other things off, well, I love that. Does that make me a pimp?


And that is the Konundrum of the day: is there such a thing as a benevolent addiction? If people use reading as an excuse to be unproductive, is that a real problem? Same with sugar. If I’m not hurting anyone else, or for that matter if I don’t think I’m hurting myself, then what’s the issue? Of course I AM hurting myself with the sugar, because that shit messes with every part of your system, from your gut to your butt to your BRAIN, for Pete’s sake! And I should know better, because my mom is a shameless sugar addict, has been her whole life, and now she has Alzheimer’s, which is tied with cancer as my biggest fear.


But here’s my argument, and it goes round and round and round, and where it stops, NOBODY knows. Because my mom also has this horrible homozygous gene mutation that most likely caused her Celiac and her Alzheimer’s, and I of course have that same ugly little gene, so who’s to say she wouldn’t have all that no matter WHAT she ate? And if she really enjoys it, then...really, why not? And if it’s this gene is going to cause me to have all these problems as well, why should I deprive myself? I, also, really, REALLY enjoy it. Plus, don’t forget the big addendum of any of us could kick the bucket at any given moment, so why shouldn’t we go for the gusto? I include for this argument anything legal that doesn’t bother other people, so that would be sugar, alcohol, Books, carbs, yes even marijuana if you’re eating it not smoking it or driving with it in your system, since it’s now legal in both states I’ve lived in. Are these addictions Benevolent? Should I just approach them with my ‘everything in moderation’ mentality? Or really fight it?


I’m completely kerfuddled. I’d love to hear what you think!


Until Next Time—Stay Mystified!


Oh, p.s.--as far as books, I ain't never gonna stop. Just sayin'--

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