Kelley J. Leigh

Loud World. Quiet Soul. Listen beyond the noise.

A Bowl Full of Rain


  A Change of Address. Before we loaded up our Colorado U-haul and headed to the Pacific Northwest, many friends gave the same well-meaning but gloomy advice: “Say goodbye to the sun.” “I hope you like rain.” “You’ll love it, except for the weather.” I relocated from the Rocky Mountains to Puget Sound. We moved from The City Above the […]

Rear View Mirrors

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    Too Brief to Measure The cry will be a relief. Even so, I dread it like a natural catastrophe. I sit in the back seat of our family truckster, knees propped against the drivers seat. I sit there because my legs are the shortest in the family. We are on our way to drop off my third son […]

Writing on the Wall

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  I try to write a note as each of my sons move out of the house (even if they end up coming back for seasons here and there). Here, the latest benediction to one of my sons.  For Isaac, about to head for college; a word to the one who paints the walls of life and gives voice for […]

When Cats Disappear


Where I share a quick thought regarding the sad disappearance of Cat who was, after all, just a cat. Dogs come when they’re called; cats take a message and get back to you later. Mary Bly We only meant to borrow him. Our house had a mouse problem so I asked my friend, Kandi, if we could use one of […]

Permanent Marks

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  Sons Parenting young adults is a different kind of parenting altogether. I wrote the first draft of this piece a few years ago, shortly after Second Son left home for the first time.  First Son had already left and come back and left again, as happens in the early twenties when the distance between home stays gets longer and longer. […]

Guitar Picks

Originally posted October 2009. The Evidence of Music Guitar Picks in the Dryer The pile by the door was everything he needed. An amp, guitar cases, backpack, stage cases, and a computer. The morning sun wasn’t up. Wind and snow whistled by the door as it opened and closed and opened again. The pile shifted from our door into the […]