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
A Pilgrimage for a Dog
A few weeks ago I had two thriving dogs—a black lab and a golden retriever. Both around seven years old. Both run free in my Montana land. Both have wagging tails and healthy appetites. Then I went away for a week to lead a few writing retreats. When...
Filling Station
As seen on Huffington Post 50 When I was little, one of the things I most loved to do with my father was go to the gas station. A child of the early 1900s, he called it the “filling station” and he always made sure that he had at least a half a tank of gas. He took...
The Smell of Snow
I recently found this piece I wrote over ten years ago...and it reminded me of how Montana has been my best teacher. May it find you aware and with deep instincts you can trust this holiday season. First day of hunting season. I awake to a hot crrr-ack in the field...
Oh Holy Night
Featured on Rita Wilson's Huffington Post 50... Every year at this time I meet the holidays with an Andy Rooney attack that comes on a lot like gout. It begins with the first Kay Jewelers ad. And expands with the Lexus sporting the big red bow in the driveway. Then it...
Writing Retreats: manna
For more writing retreat information click here: When I first dreamed about leading writing retreats, I wasn’t sure exactly why I wanted that role. I’ve been a writer all my adult life and probably into my childhood and adolescence. Teaching wasn’t something that...
Road Trip Tonic
It's good to go from the mountains to the ocean. It clears the head. Here is the short of a 30 hour road trip. May you stop. Breathe. Notice. Lollygag. Watch birds. Wait for sunsets. Linger in the afterglow.
Journal a life.
I have always had a journal-- back to 4th grade (see the pink patent leather with the lock and the word PRIVATE). The early ones are about boys and best friends. The middle ones are about being afraid to die and being afraid to live and being afraid in general--...
Franny the Fish (a love song)
FRANNY THE FISH by Laura Munson (Written when I was 24 years old. Living in Seattle. Upon the occasion of my goldfish, Franny’s, impending death.) Goes a little something like this: (finger picked. Melancholy. A bit of schtick, but not too much. Think "tortured"...
Relationship Questionnaire
Sometimes I wonder if the divorce rate would be so high if we could tailor make a questionnaire for our love interests to fill out before we step into the abyss of a serious relationship. I’m not talking about a Match.com sort of questionnaire. I’m talking...
Writing as Passion and as Architecture.
After my last blog post spouting writing advice, and the appreciative responses I got...I am inspired to share another bit of writing advice I have recently given in hopes that it might help writers out there. Or anyone who wants to express themselves creatively....
