Table 23 beckons . . . “It’s a strange thing,” author Kate Bowler says, “to carry so much grief and . . . still make dinner.” I slump over the kitchen counter, blindsided by clickbait headlines devised by others to stoke fear. They radiate hatred. Manipulation. I feel compassion unraveling. How dare they? Straightening, 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.
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.Read More...
Tangle, Crane
What a TANGLE! One night a cold wind rattled our trellis, blew down the abandoned bird’s nest. When I picked it up, twigs snapped, a little dried grass drifted over … [Read More...]
Ambushed
“You look hungry,” the deli guy says, with a knowing grin. He means well . . . I think. “Not really,” I say (a tad stiffly: I want a salmon fillet, not a … [Read More...]
Strip. Trash. Sever. Yank.
“Looks like a forest in here,” our grandson says, peering through the fronds of a fern. We're in our “new” (old) living room. Wait. Let me rewind. Months ago, we … [Read More...]
Plot Twist
Plot twist. IT BEGINS LAST FRIDAY. My husband and I spend hours in ER — again — this time, for him. Eventually, … [Read More...]
“When you read this . . .”
When you read this . . . It’s 102 degrees in the empty parking lot. The mouse shoots past me, silent, alone, nosing … [Read More...]
Resilience, under Siege
Resilience? Just before sunset, when backlit trees beckon, Dreamer and I amble down the hill. Thirty-four years we … [Read More...]
Act IV
Act IV Why is it that once we dare hope we’ve embodied the role of a lifetime . . . the scenery shifts? Those … [Read More...]