by lori | Oct 7, 2018 | Culture, Essays, Imagination, Strength in Real Life, Wayfinding
It’s been a more-difficult-than-normal few weeks in the US for many women. Brutal for some. Just about every woman I know has been re-living their sexual assault, remembering their close calls, and/or listening to and comforting friends again who’ve been raped or... by lori | Jul 24, 2018 | Culture, Essays, Found-Object, Gratitude, Here and now, Play and Magic, Poetry, Stillness, Strength in Real Life, Wayfinding, Writing
I had a gallbladder attack—a tall, dark gallstone and I passed a wild night in the emergency room—last November. I’ve been slowly healing with an unhappy gallbladder ever since. Now here in July, just two weeks ago, facing unexpected stress, I found... by lori | Apr 5, 2018 | Acceptance, Creating, Essays, Getting Lost, Grief and Loss, Stillness, Story, Strength in Real Life, Unapologetically Odd, Wayfinding, Wonder, Writing
We’ve had one hell of a fall and winter here. We helped Mom move into a memory care home where she’ll have the round-the-clock, large community support she now needs. We’ve been moving with our own grief and helping each other, and Mom and Dad, with... by lori | Jan 23, 2018 | Books, Creating, Essays, Strength in Real Life, Unapologetically Odd, Wayfinding, Writing
I heard this from a friend in Seattle this week: “I write with a question. After much dithering, hemming and hawing, I have found the key to my book… I would greatly appreciate your counsel on how to navigate the process of getting it published. Finding an... by lori | Jul 26, 2017 | Alzheimer's, Care Partnering, Essays, Getting Lost, Grace, Story, Strength in Real Life, Wayfinding
I wrote this three years ago and somehow forgot to publish it. Its about to become an essay in my new book Unshaken Wonder, which will reach others in October 2017. I’m posting it here now for my friend Clay Forsberg. In part, in response to his lovely new essay... by lori | Jul 25, 2017 | Acceptance, Essays, Grace, Imagination, Play and Magic, Story, Unapologetically Odd, Wayfinding
In late February 2017 before the gray skies here on Whidbey became blue, I looked out the window and saw a poem, about a dead tree, in the middle of the just-barely-beginning-to-bud forest. I called the poem Life 101. I eventually saw it for what it was: a poem for my...