My mother entrusted me with the frayed string that held Nana’s pearls. How does a legacy born of wounding morph into what I hold now? Born on her birthday, I was Nana’s first grandchild, destined to alter her world with my wants and needs. How quietly she would alter the minutiae of mine, task by task. Picture your … [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.
Just like that, I am swept into the bluebird’s orbit, captivated by color that suggests fibers raveled from heaven’s hem. It feels like a benediction. Memory … [Read More...]
What did you collect as a kid? Might there be a vital clue buried therein? A small truth worth pondering all these years later? I cadged Lipton tea tags, those … [Read More...]
I wasn’t on duty that night. It was summer, 1967. Our hospital’s leading surgeon strode into the office, flipped off the paging switch, ripped the unit from the … [Read More...]