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
Writer Psychology 101: Filtering Critique
For many years prior to being published, I honed the skill of asking for help. It's never easy, but one writer told me a long time ago that you have to ask. As every writer of books knows, after a certain amount of time, we can't really see our story objectively...
Gratitude on Ice: A Montana Lesson (ode to a crampon)
I’m going to bullet-point the last hour of my life, just for shits and giggles. Mostly the former. • 10:00 Depart house to drive teenaged daughter to bus for state-wide speaking competition. Discuss adrenaline and how you can utilize it when on stage. • 10:02...
Forget a Pulitzer– I’m a Cartoon Character!
Wow-- I think my ego just exploded! Thanks to Jen Sorenson from Portland for coming out to our neck of the woods and composing such an interesting study of our town for The Oregonian. Snowghosts and all! Here's the permalink.
Horses in the Herd
This time of year in Montana, I feel like the world just needs to crack open like an egg with a chick in it that is fully ready to use its beak and its legs and even its wings. But it seems impossible, like we'll be encased in this hard shell forever. Here's a piece...
Made You Laugh
My grandmother used to say that God has a sense of humor. And sometimes, I really think that's true. Yesterday, I asked my kids to unload the groceries from the truck. Which they did. Good kids have I. When I came out this morning, there was a frozen and partially...
Seasonal Depression No More
This time of year people go a little bit crazy around here. It's been grey. REALLY grey. For a long time. And we live in a place where just about everyone knows their way around horses or skis or both. And everyone knows their way around snow. Some lovely lunatic...
Snow Bathing– January in Montana
"That's it. I've had it," I declared just yesterday when I, as my children say, ate crap in my icy driveway and fell with a bag of groceries, managing somehow to land partially under my truck. We live in a valley where there's 75 days of sun on average a year. I swear...
Boozing the Muse
Originally for Author Magazine Fitzgerald. Hemingway. Steinbeck. Faulkner. O’Neil. Poe. Kerouac. Bukowski. Capote. Dorothy Parker. Katherine Anne Porter. And so many many others. Why is the muse so thirsty? I want to know the answer. Allow me then, to...
Two Kinds of People
This piece was inspired by Susan Bearman's fab blog called Two Kinds of People. She is holding a contest and for the writers out there, take a whirl. It's a lot of fun and you may learn something about yourself. Here's my attempt: I’ve been thinking about the Two...
