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How To Train Your Dragon (and Unleash It, Too)

I took my two girls to see a movie tonight. I’m not going to lie: it was a trial. My daughters spent mid-day with their Dad, and unfortunately came home … Continue Reading →


fear is a professor

This is what I think about fear: Fear has a function. Fear is supposed to alert you to things that might harm you. When you’re feeling scared, your reptile brain … Continue Reading →


oranges and offerings

Kelly Diels: how are you? Jasmine McAllister: I’m fine, you? Kelly Diels: overwhelmed Jasmine McAllister: preaching to the choir, honeybits Kelly Diels: it is a high quality problem, I think, … Continue Reading →


Nice Girls and Nice Guys Finish Middle (Class)

Before we get into nice discussion about nice girls and nice guys, I want you to go watch this video. ____________________ (I mean it. I’m not even going to be nice … Continue Reading →


love, fury, lola

Lola, my daughter, is a fire-cracker. Part of it is age three; part of it is who she is meant to be. Between us: friction. Every feeling she has is … Continue Reading →


space, intimacy

During the Olympics, I met a fella. And he is a fella: deceptively smart, smooth with just enough rough-and-gruff-at-the edges, sexy, intense, grounded in his community and shaped by his … Continue Reading →


on coffee, masculinity, and the joys of being friends with boys

Z: hi Kelly: hi. how was your day? Z:  ball busting Kelly: what happened? Z: well I had a great time today having coffee with this beautiful woman…she had this … Continue Reading →


Help! I Need Advice About Guest Posting!

I get e-mails from people all the time about the finer points of guest posting, and blogging in general. So I thought I’d create this page, where you can ask … Continue Reading →


baby, my love, the truth

My Love. My Baby. My Heart. All the clichés are true: when you were born, I recognized you. Knowing you, immediately, viscerally, was a surprise. I was so distracted throughout … Continue Reading →


bury the castle

Paramore – Brick By Boring Brick


Princess Mascara, Princess Satin, and Happiness is a Breast-in-Hand. Josh Hanagarne’s New Novel, The Knot (and my life).

“I haven’t met the man who can be pessimistic with a breast in his hand…” *** “Three Spinster Inn,” she whispered as she typed the words. “Where there’s always room…for … Continue Reading →



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