Kelly Smith's Blog

Change. Change can difficult. Whether it's a job, relationship, or even a move, change can be in a word, uncomfortable. Currently I have so much change going on in my life, that I have to check my license to see what my ...

Years ago my words from my heart poured all over my laptop and I gushed about ���him being on his way���. Be patient, I wrote. He is healing, getting though his own heartbreak and figuring himself out. He is on his way. Toda...

Alien Guy. My word. I will say I never expected this date to end the way it did. Again, I found myself swiping. I sat on my couch and to my surprise I matched with a very handsome gentleman. His hair light brown, eyes th...

After my last failed date at the adult arcade, I did what I usually do, I gave up. I deleted my app and hung out in the grocery store in hopes that my dream boat will reach for the same box of Lucky Charms as me and we f...

I am sitting in my makeshift office in my house. I am colder than usual because recently I have lowered my thermostat to 70 in order to sleep. I am wrapped up in the same sweater I wore while I sat close to you in Franc...

Once again I found myself swiping left and right on strange men based on their pictures. I had taken some time off from online dating after my Country Boy date. Between that date and my current swiping, I had one or two ...

Hours before ���Country Boy��� was supposed to arrive at my house for our first date, I sat outside on my deck with my laptop and began to type. In between the thoughts I had of my life changing, and feeling ready to let go ...

Well hello there���.it certainly has been a beat since I dove head first into old school blogging. I have had so many feelings, experiences, and collected many stories since the last time I saw you here in this capacity. T...

A few years back, after my break up with my fiance, I decided to move out of the quickly growing small town we lived in. I called my real-estate agent and asked her to look for a house on the water. She found one. Seeing...

And he���s gone. The 6 lb 12 oz ��baby boy I was handed 22.5 years ago, just packed up his 4Runner and drove off. Again I was standing in my doorway of my home, I hugged him tight and as he left, he too turned back, looked ...