Camino Meditations Book Launch

Camino Meditations January 2015

I just launched Camino Meditations in paperback at Bryan Prince Bookseller’sin Hamilton, with short story author, Denise Roig. It was a fantastic night, the storm of the century passed us by and we had a fantastic turn-out–50 guests! Thank you Denise and Kerry Cranston-Reimer at Bryan Prince.

Announcing Camino Meditations, June 2013

Well it’s finally here! This June 2013 I’m publishing my pilgrim pocket book called
Camino Meditations: Walking Meditations for the Spiritual Adventurer. I’m thrilled to announce that my practical little book is being published by Hamilton Stone Editions, U.S.A. I  designed CM for Camino pilgrims as well as aficionados of walking and meditation alike. Camino Meditations is coming out first in e-book format (print edition coming this fall!) and  is now available at:

One of Kelly’s Mexico Stories on Podcast!


Kelly’s short story, The Stages of Bereavement, originally published online in SOL Magazine: English Writing in Mexico,  has been selected for podcast by novelist Carole Giangrande’s program: Words To Go! Google and click on podcast # 47, then lie back and listen!

Latest News – Kelly’s First YouTube Video!

Hi Everyone:

I was featured by ELQ/Exile magazine with a youtube video of me reading from my  short story: “The Things My Dead Mother Says.”  This short story was shortlisted and selected out of hundreds of entries and included in the CVC anthology Part 2. Check it out! Here’s the link:

K. Watt reading: The Things My Dead Mother Says - Mexico

K. Watt reading: The Things My Dead Mother Says – Mexico

The Power of Human Connection

Kelly Watt outside the United Nations New York with activist Linda MacDonald. They were presenting on a panel on human trafficking at the 51st Commission on the Status of Women, 2007..

Remembrance Day: A Survivor’s P.O.V.

This remembrance day I drove to the town where my abusers grew up. I stood in a large crowd in the surprising November sunshine, and listened to the speeches and watched the offering of the wreaths. One of these wreaths was laid in honour of a man I knew privately as a child sexual abuser. As a child, I grew up in an unofficial foster home where I was ritually abused, tortured, trafficked and photographed by a group of men. Some of them were veterans. I now understand that these were men traumatized by war, who came home and began using the techniques of war: intimidation, torture, and violence on the women and children around them. They enjoyed public prestige but were private bullies. I thought my case was an isolated incident until I began doing activist work.