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
“Glory Daze”
Okay-- I know it's obnoxious to post a photo of yourself when you weighed 119 pounds and all your dreams were coming true, but I want to use this newly dug out photo for my grade school alumni news as a tool of inspiration. This photo was taken in 1981 at my grade...
My Guest Post on Arielle Ford’s Huffington Post Blog
My take on what it's like to finally be a published book author. It might surprise you... Write It and They Will Come She followed her heart. She wrote to live. She represents and inspires all of us who pursue our joy and find what we may not have known we were...
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...
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...
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...
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,...
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...
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...
