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 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Sentimental Recipes: Pomarola Sauce
In my book, THIS IS NOT THE STORY YOU THINK IT IS, I include a recipe that I hold near and dear. Not because it’s particularly hard or original, but because of what it represents to me. It is the tomato sauce commonly made in the summer by Tuscans and put up in jars...
Phobia (Faux-bia?)
Me and the Otis Company. By Laura Munson I like to think of myself as a level-headed person. Calm in crisis. Rational in an argument. I can multi-task with fluidity and be proud of the results. I generally go into group problem-solving situations with instant...
The heart language of an Italian family.
In 1986, I sat in a classroom at the Syracuse University school, in the Piazza Savonarola in Florence, Italy, waiting to meet the people who would be my host parents for the next year of my life. I was nervous. I didn’t speak a word of Italian. I’d chosen...
