Kelly Rogers

Writer focused on fiction for middle-aged women with spunk

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My Latest Posts

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  • The Cheer Mom Life: Year 13
    I’ve just entered my thirteenth season as an all-star cheer mom. I have a retired athlete and coach who still wanted to be at competition to support her athlete sister… Read more: The Cheer Mom Life: Year 13
  • My Middles
    My “middle” has been about leaving and coming back to me at multiple intersections over the last two years. My job took over my life in some amazing ways, to… Read more: My Middles
  • They Don’t Look at Me Anymore
    They don’t look at me anymore because I’m not a “miss” But they miss the woman I have become I’m more than my lines that would be art if etched… Read more: They Don’t Look at Me Anymore
  • Spartans
    are Spartans, bright and strong.  You cannot mute our warrior song. When one of us falls, we fall as one.  Then we rise together, never undone.
  • U2
    We are coming up on a year without my dad. My heart feels heavy, so I’ve been listening to U2’s Joshua Tree a lot. I have such a vivid memory… Read more: U2
  • To My Dad, Nearly One Year After His Last Birthday
    Note: I wrote and read this to my dad on his birthday nearly a year ago. He passed away in February. I would give anything to read it to him… Read more: To My Dad, Nearly One Year After His Last Birthday
  • To Be
    I stare into the dusk wondering if life is a collection of moments or are my moments a collection of me. A bird bobs and weaves on the line of… Read more: To Be
  • Skating
    When I am on skates, I feel invincible. It is me, wheels, movement, and music. Everything else just fades away. It started when I was seven. I lived on skates… Read more: Skating
  • Quit
    I have so many reasons to quit writing. I have people depending on me. I love my job, the people, and I want to keep growing. I want to keep… Read more: Quit
  • Leaves
    Leaves. Leave. Leaving. They exit their trees gracefully. What if all exits were graceful and all ends expected? The leaves are on a timer. So are we all. Our timer… Read more: Leaves

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