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
How to Survive Empty Nest (AKA: Mommy Massage Money)
For those of you who are looking at the last weeks of August with dread, clinging to what last licks of summer magic you can put in your proverbial jar and hoard in your proverbial pantry all winter…and especially for those of you who are facing Empty Nest for the...
Creativity: The great fear-buster
Now Booking my Fall Haven Writing Retreats in Montana... September 18-22 ( one spot left) September 25-29 (a few spots left) You do not have to be a writer to come...just someone who is deeply longing to find your voice and set it free. Click here for more info and...
The Purge: Reclaiming my office. Reclaiming my solitude.
Do you have a place in your home where you let all the things you don’t want to deal with stack up? And then ignore it for so long that you can feel its teeth in the back of your neck every time you pass it by? I do. It’s my office. The room at the bottom of the...
How to Not Hate Writing an “About Me” Page…
There is something that has been on my list for a month, and every time it finds its way to the top, it gets somehow pushed back into the mix. Okay…fine. I somehow bury it. Maybe you can relate. It’s the About Me section for my new website, and my Author Bio for my...
Inside Out and Backwards
For the last few months I have been putting on my clothes…wait for it: not just backwards, but inside out too. Backwards and inside out. Over and over again. What’s that about? Is it the disorientation of Empty Nest? Is it a mourning period after a one month high of...
How to Find YOU in Empty Nest
You know when you run a life marathon, and it’s over? And you’re lying in your bed staring at the ceiling wondering how to stop running? That’s where I am. Right now. It started with the moon last night, like a clementine section moving from window pane to window...
Mother’s Day
Give your mother, your daughter, yourSELF the gift of a Haven Writing Retreat! Now Booking my fall retreats: Sept 18-22 Sept 25-29 The other day I was wondering about my great-grandmother and the land she came to Illinois to Homestead with her husband and eight...
The Art of Being Led
I went to Morocco alone for a month to find “that girl” again. I’d grieved my Empty Nest for the six months I gave myself. A grief “gift,” I called it. I observed the end of this stage of my full-time motherhood in committed vigil. And I realized that I can live...
Sent from my iPhone by Laura Munson
I haven’t lived in a city since cell phones or emails or the internet infiltrated our civilization. So as much as I long for my inner-child Chicago city fix, especially in the deep midwinter dormancy of Montana, when I get that fix, I’m always stunned, disoriented,...
The Complete Puzzle
My kids and I spent hours and hours of our holiday this year, doing jigsaw puzzles. It was their idea. I couldn’t really get them to do puzzles when they were little, but suddenly it’s “Mom, can we do a puzzle?” and I’m thrilled. No screens. No polite or forced...
