Kelley Zherzhi
Bio
Grew up on a steady diet of Tom Robbins and Stephen King.
Spinning tales in the quiet moments between motherhood and building a business.
Stories (36)
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Ashes in the Snow
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The snow was just beginning to fall again, swirling around my rented Honda, building on the windshield before getting swiped away. I looked over at dad, well, his urn, buckled almost humorously into the passenger's seat. Leaving him in the trunk or even the back seat seemed disrespectful. Dad always had to ride up front, directing whoever was driving, and making suggestions despite what the GPS said.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Families
Uncle Dale Can’t Drink
Uncle Dale wasn’t supposed to drink. Even at seven, I knew that. No one had said it to me directly, but the adults had said it to one another— on the phone, in the car, around the dinner table after the kids had been excused and weren't supposed to be listening.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Confessions
Sitting in DNA Soup
I am sitting in “DNA soup”- actually, a Jacuzzi at the Melia Hotel in Nassau, Bahamas. It might as well be a soup though, from the amount of people sitting in it. I’d wager, that if you were to take a ladle from that hot tub and send it to a DNA testing facility, you’d have genetics from every corner of the planet.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Humans
My Duty is My Pride
Soon the road was full of sand. It blew around the pod making tink tink noises as it bounced off the glass doors. Some seasons the sand would cover entire blocks up to your knees. Everyone wore masks or scarfs around their faces and dove into podcars as quickly as possible. The sand was relentless, penetrating every crack, every crevice, every orifice it could find.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Fiction
My Duty is My Pride
If there was an assignment Kobe hated, it was an arena raid. He wasn’t fond of most of his assignments, actually. But the smell of chemical fires cutting through the warehouse district was especially nauseating. He took one last breath of polluted city air and pulled his visor over his face. His weapon read his thumbprint silently, powered up and hummed as it readied for battle. The night was hot and sticky, causing sweat droplets to course down his back beneath his uniform.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Fiction
Son of a Witch
The wizard, dubbed Ignacious the Inept by his mother, treks through the Mullenwood, carrying the final ingredient in a sling across his back. His feet should not be howling, his back should not be in a constant state of spasm. A warm trickle of pee runs down the back of his robe.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Fiction
8 Bio-hacks for Aging Gracefully
No, you're not old yet. You look in the mirror and still like what you see. But everyone ages. Luckily, today we have a wealth of anti-aging, health and bio-hacking information available all across the internet. I took the liberty of listening to countless hours of podcasts, reading and re-reading scientific papers and experimenting with the "biohacks" and supplements I think have the most amount of evidence across the board.
By Kelley Zherzhi5 years ago in Longevity
The Lazy Girl’s Guide to a Less Wasteful Existence. Top Story - April 2021.
I’m lazy. Don’t get me up early. Don’t give me too many things to do per day. Let me meander through life at my own pace. I’m also a chronic worrier. I freak out about what’s in my food, what’s in my hair products and what’s going to happen to the world if we don’t stop using so much stuff!
By Kelley Zherzhi5 years ago in Earth
