In Laura’s Words
I write to shine a light on a dim or otherwise pitch black corner…to provide relief for myself and others. It’s the light that I am looking for. And the wonder it illuminates.
May my words land in your heart.
yours, Laura
Mt. Saint Laundry
A few things have gone amuk around here and with two working parents and no extra help save for what two kids can do on top of school work and sports and music...we've decided to let some things go. Laundry is one of them. I quit doing socks a long time ago. I have a box and in they go. If people want matching socks, they can look at it like a...
Begging the Bear
I went for the smell of wild roses pulsing in the vanilla of Ponderosas. For the June blues and purples: penstamon, flax, lupine, geranium. I went for the ninety-degree heat and cobalt skies after so many months by the wood stove, wearing a shawl. I went for the view from the ridge, to see what my valley looks like, green. I went to remind my...
The Raw World of Memoir
I hear from a lot of people who were particularly touched by the chapter in my book called "MY FATHER'S BLUE DUESENBURG." It makes me think of all the people grieving their lost parents, and to that end, I thought I'd post a small piece I wrote a month after my father's death, seven years ago. It was never meant to be published, but it was never...
Thanksgiving, The TSA, and Two Cabbies
A Thanksgiving story for you. You all are a blessing to me and I am grateful for you. Thank you for your stunning support this year. I hope this finds you loving your moment. yrs. Laura (Excerpt from my blog on The Huffington Post.) Talking about your travel debacles is about as appealing as talking about your dreams. So I'll be brief. I missed...
Miami Book Fair– Much ado about books– heaven!
Not Another Coffee Table Book. Munch.
I love this book. I am drawn to books about artists. I want to know how other people, whether they were painters or sculptors or writers, lived the solitary life. Some did it in suffering. Some did not. Munch suffered. I'd like to see the paradigm of the tortured artist shift; to see more artists find freedom in their expression rather than...
Household Rant
I know I am not alone in this: there are things that drive me crazy about the current state of my house. Things that make me so internally berserk that I have stuffed them deep into my toe joints just to make a pass through my house tolerable. Okay, maybe I like to pretend that I've actually let them go, but that would be a minor fib. Because, I...
Pear Cake Bliss
Okay, I know I said that I don't bake-- not to any large extent, but I ran into a friend at the copy store and she was copying this recipe for friends and I demanded one. I have a thing for pears. And if ever there was a need in the English language for OMG...this might just be its landing place. You will love yourself for making it. You will...
A Mind of Winter
Every year that we get an early snow, this happens: I get low. I feel robbed. Fall is not finished. The Tamarack are still flaxen. The mornings are still bearable without a down parka and boots. I can still take brisk walks on terra firma. The lakes are still fluid and I am too. And then Mother Nature decides to go as Snow for Halloween. My kids...
Personal Day
When is the last time you took a personal day? Mine was yesterday. I had just come off a few stunningly wonderful days in San Francisco doing readings. Readings are intense, especially with a memoir. People are hungry for messages of empowerment and appreciate vulnerability. So there is much sharing-- something that I love and am deeply grateful...
Dreaming Big.
A few years ago, there was a major threat to the open space around our town. It inspired me to get involved in a way I hadn't before. People realized that the wandering rights we'd all enjoyed for so long-- a vital part of why we live where we live, were not to be taken lightly. We had to get creative and we had to do it fast. I learned about a...
Form? Function? Does it Matter?
Form? Function? Does it Matter? It makes us stop and take a look. Cildo Meireles, Thread, 1990-95 48 bales of hay, one 18-carat gold needle, and 58 meters of gold thread First time on view at MoMA I saw this sculpture at MOMA a few weeks ago in New York City. Here's what is written about it: "Meireles creates sculptures and installations that...
Bittersweet Homecomings
As seen on the Huffington Post I have had many homecomings lately. Though none of them involved sports. Instead, they were returns to places where I've lived and loved to promote my memoir. And the truth is, they were all bittersweet. Something happens when we get it into our heads and hearts that you CAN go home again. Maybe we think we can be...
LOVE FEST
Okay—I’m back. Suitcase still sitting in the corner of my bedroom. Mouse droppings all over my office. River birches flaxen. Dark cool mornings. Silence at night save for coyotes and the occasional logging truck down-shifting out on the road. Ahhhh…home sweet home. My New York, Hartford, and Chicago area events were all a success, and by...
Wishing Tree
There are two Yoko Ono Wishing Trees that I know of: One at the Guggenheim in Venice. One at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City. Both were surprises and both filled me with hope for all those people standing there, writing wishes on paper slips, hanging them like Christmas ornaments, not at all shy...and then leaving them behind them; a...
