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 Nest in the Hand…
Every year we go to this Christmas tree farm and cut down a Frasier fir. We make a day out of it. We listen to Bing Crosby and Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra singing old Christmas tunes in the car on the way there. We laugh. The adults act like children and the...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
