Kelsey Schnell

Author: Kelsey Schnell

  • Without Hope Or Agenda

    Without Hope Or Agenda

    I’ve been meaning to do this for awhile. Here it is.

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  • The Secret to a Great Hug

    The Secret to a Great Hug

    It’s fundamental, instinctive and, when done properly, it feels really good. Call it a hug, an embrace, squeeze or just pull the other person in close, but what’s happening is simple in meaning and complex in style. It’s possible to do it poorly, but no one deserves that. (more…)

  • Hardwood, Hardwork

    Hardwood, Hardwork

    I bought a house.  It had white carpet (except for the stains), white walls, white ceilings – a blank canvas.

    I set about to change that. I bit off more than I could chew. I thought about giving up.

    I’m glad I didn’t, but that doesn’t mean I loved the process.

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  • The Difference of a Year

    The Difference of a Year

    For those of you playing the home game, my 24th birthday was Friday, March 2nd. (more…)

  • My Magical, Evil Pockets

    My Magical, Evil Pockets

    I don’t know how I get so lucky, but every pair of pants I own, EVERY SINGLE PAIR, is magical.

    Yes. Magical.

    I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, it’s not related to how good my tuckus looks. (But thank you) (more…)

  • New Year’s Eve-olution

    New Year’s Eve-olution

    More than two decades of New Year’s Eves – spanning shenanigans and et cetera – and I can’t really remember any one in particular. I bore witness to the new millennium, except I can’t quite say where or what I saw. The most recent are more discernible, but even those details are a bit foggy. Not likely from age and only partly due to inebriation; for all the planning, the dry-cleaning, the buildup and the countdown, resolutions and 12 o’clock kisses shared and missed, it would seem that if each new year were a race, we make a point to dawdle and linger at the start.

    What did you do in 2007? In 2008? 1996? (more…)

  • That Social Stranger

    That Social Stranger

    Aside from the ride on my ego that is kelseyschnell.com, and in light of the fact that I spent a cool three months without access to the Internet, you should feel free to follow the ongoing events on Twitter and Facebook.

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  • Motor City to Motor-less City: I Moved to Mackinac Island

    Motor City to Motor-less City: I Moved to Mackinac Island

    After working and living in Metro Detroit for just under a year-and-a-half, I’ve recently moved five hours, or 280-some miles, north — to Mackinac Island.

    For those of you who aren’t aware, Mackinac Island is an island just under four-square-miles in Lake Huron. It was the U.S.A’s second National Park (Yellowstone was the first), it produces fudge as often as many of us breath in and out in a day and it is replete with horses and bicycles… because on Mackinac Island there are no cars.

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  • The Other Drivers are a Bunch of Clowns

    The Other Drivers are a Bunch of Clowns

    The amount of time I spend driving is seldom spent thinking about driving. That’s not to say I’m not paying attention. Driving just creates so many distracting situations. (more…)

  • Honor Thy Father

    Honor Thy Father

    The annual June weekend dedicated to Fathers is great. Dad appreciates the necktie, weed whacker and funny card with a monkey on it looking for the remote control.

    But what Dad really likes is hanging out with you. (more…)