Bio


Katie Davis Skelley grew up in a small town in Tennessee, the daughter of a homicide investigator and a gift shop proprietor. A voracious reader from the age of six, she was also a big fan of book reports and writing in general, which culminated in her appointment to the highly coveted position of co-editor of her junior high newspaper.

While later matriculating at Middle Tennessee State University (Go Big Blue!), the Southern Sociology Symposium invited Katie to present an original paper at their annual convention. Katie also served two years as a Student Government Association senator, enjoying the active role in campus politics. She is proud of the fact that she received the most votes for office (although that could be attributed to the fact that she was the only candidate who made fliers).

During her college years, Katie interned with the Castner Knott Company. Her role was to identify employees embezzling from the company and catch shoplifters, which let's be honest, is more fun than a job. But they gave her nine hours college credit and paid her $8 an hour, an acceptable trade for waking at 4 a.m. She had many adventures at the dept. store. Somewhere out there is a VHS tape of her being tossed into a sunglass stand by a gentleman who liked to look up women's dresses.

When not at Castner Knott, Katie participated in several campus organizations and honor societies, and graduated with a bachelor's of science in Criminal Justice Administration and Sociology in 1998.

Ready to take the world by storm, Katie spent the next two months on her mom’s couch, eating Doritos and watching the movie Independence Day on a continuous loop. Luckily, a private corrections company offered her a job, and Katie proceeded to spend her early twenties in various Tennessee courts, recommending jail sentences for a large majority of her clientele. During this time, she also met her husband and settled down into domesticity with him and their infinitely lovable but highly destructive basset hound, Jake. Mr. Skelley made his living as an aerospace engineer, and possessed both a high intelligence and a charming smile. Katie was smitten (still is).

Although putting bad guys in jail was a satisfying way to spend her time, Katie opted to leave the full-time workplace with the arrival of their first child. She had practiced yoga for several years when her gym offered her a chance to turn her personal yoga interest into a part time instructor position. After acquiring the proper certifications, Katie embarked on a new career path -- teaching Hatha Yoga with a southern drawl. During this time, the boy became a big brother with the arrival of a little sister, and a new, thankfully calmer basset, Baxter, joined the family.

In 2009, after spending their entire lives in Tennessee, Katie and Marc undertook a new adventure. It was an out-of-state move that would uproot their family and transplant them south -- to Alabama. A new job position was offered to Marc, and the Skelleys moved to a suburb outside of Huntsville, aka the Rocket City. During this time, to combat homesickness, Katie started a blog and rediscovered her love of writing. This is not that blog. That blog is alive and well and full of Katie’s decorating disasters and pictures of her garden. During this period, an 88-lb. tank of a basset hound named Fletcher joined Team Skelley.

In 2013, after a couple of years of freelancing for various online websites and print newspapers, Katie reentered the workforce and accepted a position as a staff writer for the Redstone Rocket newspaper. The Rocket is a 64-year-old U.S. Army publication that serves the 41,000+ workforce of Redstone Arsenal, a Department of Defense installation. Redstone is the home to the Army Materiel Command, the Missile Defense Agency, NASA, ATF, FBI and several more very serious-sounding organizations. It has been immensely rewarding chapter in her career.

Katie currently resides with her family outside Huntsville, where she enjoys reading, fitness, singing in her church choir, traveling and listening to all types of music. Except country. Country music is the worst.