I tend to see things from different angles while marching to the drumbeat of a different drummer. This is sometimes of benefit and often frightening.
The name Scrambled Dregs was suggested by a writing critique partner. Dregs are the little brown flecks of coffee that sometimes make their way into the pot. One might think this is a negative comment on my personality and my thought process.
Not me, because I am a optimist in the order of Pollyanna. Dregs with a twist of optimism -- almost as good as a double mocha latte.
Various dregs will appear on this blog. Some profound -- when I quote others --some silly-- when I babble.
Snippets and Sound Bites
Scribbles and Scrambles
Scary and Sensational
Serials and Scenarios
The topics will be near and dear to me; life, faith and writing.
I hope you'll join me, and I hope you'll benefit from what my friends and I have to say.
- Kelly Klepfer
- Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of almost thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.