Lisa Kelley

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Baptism, watermelon, coffee

Circumstances lead to grateful encounter

Subscriber onlyI wasn't sure which building of the Methodist church to enter, so I aimed for the one with the highest steeple and opened the large white door. I was early -- which, by societal standards, means I was timely -- a feat which ranks in rarity with Halley's comet and the Cubs winning the pennant. My mama used to say I was born late and had been late ever since, chiding me that the early bird gets the worm. I'd counter that the second mouse gets the cheese. She would roll her eyes and declare how I'd be late to my own funeral, which I never saw as a bad thing. Continue reading...

Holiday horror hideout

Classic films sure to scare

Subscriber onlySince downsizing to my little loft in the heart of Bentonville, I've greatly reduced the size of my holiday decor. Whereas once I had a dozen Halloween knick-knacks and 20 Thanksgiving baubles strewn about, I now have a couple -- an iron black cat and a denim pumpkin -- commanding center stage. I think the little buggers stand straighter these days, as though they know they beat out the competition. Continue reading...

Orange you difficult?

Color signals trouble ahead

Subscriber only"I don't care much for the color orange," I randomly blurted to my friend, Karen, as we sauntered through the craft fair booths. "It seems like trouble to me." Continue reading...

The open road

And finding your way home

Subscriber onlyWithout a doubt, I'm a nester. Instead of twigs and leaves, I use embroidered cotton sheets, cozy tufted chairs and hand-stitched quilts. Laptops and cell phones mingle with milk glass and century-old tables. I ride a new hybrid bicycle and drive a 1978 Ford F-100. My nest is a soothing blend of past and present woven in a gentle hope of good things to come. Continue reading...

Dream reveals all

Running naked, changing batteries

Subscriber onlyThis hallway seems vaguely familiar, with institutional green plaster and gray lockers. But it's so dimly lit I can hardly make out the numbers on the doors. That looks like a "7," but I can't be sure. What did my schedule show? Continue reading...

Tuesdays with Art

Friendship cemented over soups, sandwiches

Subscriber only"What does this say," I asked, pointing to a note scribbled in blue ink in his yearbook. Continue reading...

Worth every percent

Eclipse fulfills childhood dream

Subscriber onlyYou can tell a lot about a person by peering into their childhood bedroom. Sunny yellow shelves filled with storybooks and stuffed animals towered above orange shag carpeting in the room that raised me. A built-in desk housed pencils and stationery and the latest scribblings of unfinished poems and stories. The window was perpetually open, allowing a steady breeze to drift in from the valley. On warm summer nights, I could be found listening to both kinds of music -- country and western -- surrounded by walls drenched in an odd blend of girly trinkets, pithy quotes and fighter jet posters. I wanted to be pretty and smart and a test pilot and marry Magnum, P.I., who I hoped would move stateside because NASA wasn't based in Hawaii. Continue reading...

Dog's nose knows

Without saying a word humans say so much

Subscriber onlyEDITOR'S NOTE: Lisa Kelley is away this week. Writing in her stead is her dog, Baxter. Continue reading...

Sole-searching Southern wedding

Couple doesn’t get far from country roots

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Lightning bugs, manicured lawns, glowing orbs

A bit of country in the city

Subscriber onlyIf a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen. Continue reading...

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