05/16/2026
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t find the door handle. I was not in my Celica.
A friend walked up to my car window with a strange tone.
“Kelley, something has happened to Rick.”
The truck behind me was an ambulance — no lights — and it had come for my husband. He wouldn’t walk for almost a full year.
I was a week into my third semester of graduate school. I had a museum job, Sunday night Mexican food with friends, a whole life in motion.
My world did a hard stop that night.
The ground shifted. And so did I.
What followed was years of unraveling — divorce, starting over, falling in love again, building a pottery business and community studio I poured a decade into, then closing it at its peak. Laying on the sofa for a month unable to lift myself. And at that lowest point — a breast cancer diagnosis.
Betrayal. Loss. Diagnosis. All at once.
And then — like the phoenix — I rose. This time with Vince beside me. A partner who sees me fully, hikes every trail with me real and metaphorical, and shares the same dreams for what this chapter can be. He is not my rescue. He is my fellow traveler. And that is so much better.
What I found in the wreckage was me.
Mindset isn’t a buzzword — it’s been my survival equipment. Faith in something bigger has been my anchor. And tribe? Tribe is everything. The people around you will either amplify your becoming or quietly diminish it.
I am 62 and still becoming. Optimism is not a personality trait — it’s a daily practice. And movement matters. Physically. Metaphorically. Both.
Are you feeling that too?
The third act is not winding down. It’s our most intentional chapter yet.
I built Silver Sage Rising for the woman who has lived a full, complicated, beautiful, hard life — and still feels there is more. That she is more.
I offer a free 30-minute conversation. No pitch. No agenda. Just two women talking honestly about what’s possible.
Tell me one thing you’ve been waiting to do. We’ll start right there. 👇