Imagine the mutt-iest Mutt, black and white, seemingly yards of flapping tail and tongue. Erratic markings. Clattery nails. Milk teeth like tack strips for carpet. That was Spooky, my first puppy. Meanwhile, my dog-doting father told me a story wherein a villainous tomcat blinded his first puppy. Little sponge that I was, my … [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.
In this month of cancelled Proms, the memory of mine, over half a century ago, brims within me—mingled emotions still attached. I remember my mother, at the … [Read More...]
Mid-1300s: Stone walls confine her. No power, no plumbing. No hearth. An anchoress, by choice, she is bricked in for life—gruel, heels of bread, perhaps an … [Read More...]
I am 10 years old. Floor to ceiling, three walls of open windows beckon me. The sun room seems to pulse, summer breezes stirring up dust motes suspended in … [Read More...]