by lori | Jun 5, 2017 | Creating, Culture, Essays, Unapologetically Odd, Writing
Right to lose our way often. Creators have the right to wander, wend, and get lost as often as possible. To support each other in being lost, we listen first and at least as twice as long as we speak, and we share each other’s work and stories with the world. If we... by lori | Apr 12, 2016 | Beauty, Here and now, Magic, Poetry, Women, Work
internet, off now breathing, noticed ears dancing with rain down eve spouts family, hugged, fed, dispersed to their corners paw, across cat’s face wood floor, brightened with daylight through clouds, appreciated aspect, spacious eyes, closed lungs, expanding... by lori | Feb 1, 2016 | Artists, Artists, Love, Poetry
First draft of a poem I’m working on. I noticed that I was deeply in love with the words “epoxy resin” and also my husband’s decision to become a full-time artist now too, and this poem showed up as a result… Artist Homes she kneels at... by lori | Mar 30, 2015 | Alzheimer's, Care Partnering, Essays
Nine years have passed since we first noticed significant changes in mom. Seven years since the official doctor’s diagnosis: Alzheimer’s disease. Back then we blindly accepted the experts’ truths, stories, and definitions as our own. We picked up the... by lori | Aug 1, 2013 | Writing
I slept in this morning because Daniel was home, and I could hear him awake downstairs, performing some kitchen-cleaning, pots-and-pans-moving task that I wasn’t inclined to join. I love the sounds of other humans taking care of our space. I sunk deeper under our new...