Kumari A. Kelly

If you pay attention at all, you’ve heard by now that three of our GOP candidates for President recently spoke at a rally where one of the main themes in literature available and from the podium was not only heavy in anti-gay rhetoric, but some of it actually called for killing of gays — at least … Continue reading →

This was me on assignment in Polk County, Florida many years ago, doing some random environmental assignment for the Orlando Sentinel. I do believe that Amy Pavuk, who works in public relations for Florida Hospital now, took this photo. Mr. Albertson was my first journalism professor. He taught me what News was. It was the … Continue reading →

I heard a beautiful, smart professional betrothed woman tell a story recently of the heart-wrenching issues she is having as her wedding day draws near. Her family of origin wants this or that; the groom has been rejected by certain people; some in the family have so much distain that they are not even welcome … Continue reading →

A long time ago, I worked with a woman who confided in me how much she disliked massage. She didn’t even like her own husband giving her full-body massage. There was something about it, she said. She said from the minute someone started massaging her, “she just wanted it to stop.” I didn’t understand it, … Continue reading →

Even if you are not a normal Twitter user, I suggest getting an account and following a few folks for times of emergency. Assuming you still have access to cell service and a method of keeping your cell phone charged (solar chargers are cheap these days), it can be a great way of knowing what’s … Continue reading →

(Photo taken of Hurricane Jeanne/Florida by me working for Orlando Sentinel.) It’s getting really scary out there. No, not the wars. Not the terrorists supposedly crossing our border or workplace beheadings or typhoons the size of Canada. It’s the journalistic blur, I will call it. Take for example just a few days worth online headlines. … Continue reading →

Raking! Who does it anymore? Hardly anyone. All the therapists I have gone to lately are so busy pushing and pulling on my fascia, poking on my trigger points and cranking my head around like a scene in Exorcist that I can’t remember the last time someone did some old-fashioned fabulous raking. If you want … Continue reading →

In all my years of traipsing through the woods and waters of Louisiana and Florida, I’ve never been attacked by a water moccasin. Until now. Had it not been for the sharp eyes and quick warning of my youngest daughter, Katie, I would have likely wound up in the Emergency Room with a snakebite based … Continue reading →

This isn’t my “real” resume. Not the one I would send to a job interview. This is just a quick rundown of “who I am.” I’m a very long-time journalist who knew that my time in the newsroom was going to expire because the industry was imploding and because, well, I was stressed. At the time, … Continue reading →