About Keely Dorran
You may ask yourself, "Well, how did I get here?" (Talking Heads, Once In a Lifetime, 1981)
I was born July 18th, 1972, in Carmichael, California during a heat wave. It was 110º Fahrenheit and we lived in a small farmhouse on a horse ranch in Orangevale owned by my grandparents. Star thistles, mud pies, my mother's horses, indian grinding stones, persimmons, Grandma's garden, our pet goat, Wishbone, four of my wild adolescent uncles, and a sprawling extended family populate my memories of those earliest years. Dad played guiltar in a local band until he had to focus on work at the Folsom Dam to provide for us. Grandpa (maternal) died when I was three but I remember him well, through the veiled vagaries of time and the stories and memories I could squeeze out of my relatives. He taught my Dad to use a camera. Grandpa and his brothers had a family medical practice in Folsom; Dania and I were often underfoot when Mom worked in the office and later as a phlebotomist. Every few years, our financial lot improved as Dad got better positions at the Dam and later the electric company, thus we moved around the greater Sacramento area, and up into the foothills where my parents and my aunt & uncle built our own homes on ten acres purchased from Grandma. Brianna was born that same year, in 1983. We all adored her and she grew up with the best my parents could offer, two big sister's entertaining her and being delighted by her intelligence and shining personality. It was around that time I began to write in earnest. Thirty-plus years later, I'm still writing up a storm regularly, though my time is divided between creative endeavors and raising my own child, now a young man, Seth.
[Under Construction as of June 2016]
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