Depth Perception "Yell," Dreamer says, "when the trailer hitch is exactly 6 inches from the rear wall." Six inches? That's the length of my hand. I plaster myself into the far left corner of the RV storage unit, 40 feet from the door. Side margins equal the space between my elbow and first set of knuckles. Which are white. "What … [Read More...]
I’m Laurie, a contemplative writer, musician and artist, who helps distracted, heart-weary people refocus on God in creative ways that spark hope and wholeness.
Saving Time? Yes, let's. But first ... my 50th High School Reunion: Only after flying to Wisconsin did I realize my former adolescent peers were, and ever would … [Read More...]
Breath. Nose-to-nose, each day, in near silence, this is how a teen-aged boy greets his alpaca: They touch foreheads . . . and breathe, swapping morning … [Read More...]
Trauma Nested five-gallon buckets separate—mid-air—serially bashing my second toe. Howls. Language. Mega blood blister. Later, urgent Labrador claws, jigging at … [Read More...]