Elegant or squat, satiny, spongy, slim or speckled, the overnight toadstools shoulder through sodden grass. Beneath thick skirts undersides flaunt pale, multi-pleated, rice-paper gills. Trouble is, fungi spread like a devilish rash. Or a rumor. Or bad news. Some have erupted— their fleshy … [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.
Constancy I want . . . something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become, Something that will just be there, always, like … [Read More...]
Floor-to-ceiling windows frame acres of light. The walls showcase B&W close-ups of architectural details: poems in stone. The photographer with the impeccable … [Read More...]
The phone jangles us awake. Wrenched from the warm crease of sleep, Dreamer and I wedge our feet into shoes. The painters we hired want to pressure-wash both our … [Read More...]