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
Awesome Australian Review!
Great review and responses from blogger Down Under! http://realizebeauty.wordpress.com/2010/07/23/book-review-this-is-not-the-story-you-think-it-is/#comment-1268
Circling the Heart of Community
Take a quick mind stroll down your top five favorite buildings from childhood. Now take away any of them that were closed to the public. What’s left? Church? The library? The post office? The hardware store? The local theater or community center or both? I wouldn’t be surprised. These were the places your mom bumped into friends on the way in and...
At the Rodeo
When I go to a rodeo, I'm never sure how to feel. My mouth is just open, full of dirt and whisper-swearing. PC thinking gets you no where at a rodeo. Here's a good rodeo tune by one of my favorites: "the rodeo's over, the folks have gone home and the cowboys are all down the road well boys, she was a good un, we kicked a hole in the sky and even...
Diminutive Spires
i am a little church(no great cathedral) far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities -i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest, i am not sorry when sun and rain make april my life is the life of the reaper and the sower; my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving (finding and losing and laughing and crying)children whose...
Every Barn Has a Face
Have you ever noticed that every barn has a face? I grew up in the Mid-west and my parents liked to travel and money was tight. That meant there was a lot of time spent in the family station wagon, staring out the window as corn-fields met rocky mountains and oceans, depending on whether we took a left or a right. I saw a lot of barns. And every...
Fourth of July Blues
(for Dad) Who are you on the Fourth of July? Pyromaniac? Misty-eyed, singing along with a military choir? Are you throwing candy from a firetruck in a parade? Clapping for ah-ooo-gah and politicians you’ve never heard of and senior citizens who fought in wars before you were born and kids on bikes with red white and blue streamers in their...
Support The Whitefish Trail!
THE WHITEFISH TRAIL (formally known as The Trail Runs Through It project) I have lived in Whitefish for 17 years. When I first moved here, I was a city girl. I didn’t understand the value of open space any more than I understood what it would be like to fall in love with it. How land gets under your skin and makes you whole. Calls you to be your...
Wet Day
There is something fiercely gratifying about hearing a sump pump working below you, every four or five minutes motoring from the basement bowels, and then the spilling waters leaving what could have occupied your house, bound for the filtering of soil and sand and rock. I have been listening to that sound all day, glad we put in the pump after...
This blogger nailed what my book is about
http://reflectionsonthepond.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-not-book-you-think-it-is.html
Summer Rules
I did it. I made a NO TV rule today. One week into summer and I was actively watching my children's brains melt as they stared at what my grandmother referred to as "the idiot box." I'm not proud of it. But maybe like you, I have work to do. I can't be on full mom mode, or chauffeur mode, or camp councelor mode. I can't be at the beck and call of...
Urban Jungle
"New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York" --Alicia Keys I walked into a room last week in New York, humming the Alicia Keys lyrics, having just walked 30 blocks...
Mean People Suck. Love Them Anyway.
“Sometimes you have to allow yourself to be misunderstood.” Even though these are my own words, oh how hard this is to carry out sometimes. Especially when people misrepresent you and then other people react to something that you never said or wrote or even remotely believe. Why have we grown a society which wants to prey upon its own kind...
The Simple Things
People keep asking me how, during the hard time in my marriage depicted in my book, I was able to commit to staying calm. Choosing moment by moment to exile those destructive thoughts we all have that nag at us to react and fight. Well, I had gotten sick of those thoughts. REALLY sick of them. There is so much truth in the concept that the end of...
An article in the UK’s Guardian about “This Is Not The Story You Think It Is”
Laura Munson: How I kept my husband Amanda Mitchison When Laura Munson's husband told her that he didn't love her any more and wanted out, she simply decided she wouldn't let him go. She talks to Amanda Mitchison Fri 7 May 2010 19.10 EDTFirst published on Fri 7 May 2010 19.10 EDT One fine June day, in the mountains of Montana, Laura Munson's...
Love on the Pond
This is on our pond. My dad had just died, and we inherited his old rusty saw. We went down and made ice carvings with the snow. Our son said a few years after, "Mom, remember when we made Love on the pond?" Makes me smile.
