melissa f. kaelin

Art & Writing

The Road to Whiteface Mountain

The Northern Lights dance above white-capped mountains in Iceland. Although my story takes place in the U.S., I spent the day writing about a beautiful mountain range. Continue reading “The Road to Whiteface Mountain”

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Aurora Chasing

It’s 2 a.m. My eyes are bleary, my arms and legs tender from a lack of sleep. My dog can hardly keep her head upright, whether she is indoors or out, and my man looks once more longingly at the sky, as I do. Continue reading “Aurora Chasing”

The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.”

— Mark Twain

Sur Angels

In memory of my late twin brothers, who died at the young age of 13, I wrote this poem. Continue reading “Sur Angels”

Writing, my first love, has returned to me. With a manuscript I finished in the last hours of 2015, I’m excited to seek publication for my first novel!

A boy in a hooded jacket

My sister and I visited Hocking Hills State Park in April 2012, and spent a moment with this rock. This was Lawrence’s and Thomas’s favorite place in Hocking Hills State Park, where we took them hiking at all ages. Continue reading “A boy in a hooded jacket”

Sweet Raspberry Sunset

Sweet Raspberry SunsetPainting by Melissa F. Kaelin
Acrylic on canvas, 24 x 12


“Within your heart, keep one still, secret spot where dreams may go.”
— Louise Driscoll

“A painting is not about an experience, it is an experience.”

— Mark Rothko

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