Author Jackie Kelleher Articles

Change

Looking out the kitchen window, I sighted the remnants of summer play—collected shells, sticks, soldiers. All abandoned to the call of dinner, or perhaps a friend. They are frozen, waiting for my 12-year-old to reanimate them with his young mind a...

Payback Is a Blessing

How I Inadvertently Created the Village That Saved MeI have been called unlucky, and I guess, by some calculations, I could be considered so. I am a person who big things happen to. Big, hard things. Of course, everyone has stuff—life h...