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 be, the keepers of my awkwardness. They might bring up Rod McCool's bash where, handed my first beer (no clue about pouring slowly or tilting both can AND glass) I … [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.
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...]
Uncle Dunkel skipped rocks: he scalloped the sweltering air with a stone. The man was mythic. He clambered up trees after cats, strode along ridgepoles, re-shingled … [Read More...]