Linda Kelley

Kelley: Live your story, write it down

This month’s column has been on my mind for months, all through the days of summer and into the fall; ever since I emailed Editor Dave Hinton with the news that it would be my last.

Kelley: Retirement dream a reality

My mom always said that life feels like a dream; it passes quickly and everything that occurs eventually becomes a blurred memory, almost as if it never happened.

Kelley: Ingalls Wilder showed life in auld lang syne

I’ve had a fascination with author Laura Ingalls Wilder since the third grade when I first read “Little House in the Big Woods,” which introduces us to 4-year-old Laura living with her family in a log cabin on the edge of the Big Woods of Wisconsin (near Pepin) in 1871.

Kelley: Considering what a true friend is

When I was an awkward, dowdy 15-year-old, my best friend Linda B. and I spent a lot of time walking and riding our bikes together through the Chicago-suburban subdivision where we lived. Like most young teenage girls, we were on a mission. That mission pertained to teenage boys.

Kelley: Emigration was a personal issue for grandfather

My dad was going over some paperwork with me at his house next door and with a slight smile of remembrance, pulled something out of a metal cabinet and held it out to me. As I placed the tan leather wallet in my hand, he told me that it belonged to his father, my grandfather, and those words took my breath away.

Kelley: Bring on the Dumpster

The irony is uncanny. I recently purchased a cute yellow t-shirt with the text “All you need is less” on the front, while preparing this month’s column about living with less stuff.

Kelley: It’s crazy to spend so much on a wedding

It’s been a long time since I married the first time — 24 years.

I don’t vividly recall the event often since it ended poorly, but it’s still part of my history that included good times and the birth of my daughter, who remains the joy of my life and a better person than I’ll ever be.

Green thumb by nature: Kelley’s love of gardening in her blood

There are things that we learn and things that we seem to come by naturally. Gardening is one of my natural gifts as I lack formal training, learn by instinct, break many rules in doing so, and somehow follow through with success.

In my mom’s words, “You could grow dirt” which meant that I can grow almost anything.

Kelley: How can we live without hope?

While researching genealogy several years ago, I located a fascinating online database that is a project of the Northwestern University School of Law. The Chicago Police Department Homicide Record Index chronicles 11,000 homicides in the city from 1870-1930 and provides detailed case information on each incident. (

Kelley: A feline coexistence lesson

The first Saturday of the new year donned bright and sunny but ever so cold. My bones ached, and the temperature felt more like 50 below; not that I have actually ever been in 50 below, but I imagined that this is what it would feel like.

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