See Laurie Write
Living in Northwest Arkansas, writing words, making stuff, and loving my life. I'm a wife, mom, "Nonnie", friend and lots of other things - aren't we all?
My oldest daughter calls me, sometimes several times a day, to tell me little things that happened to her – she got cut off in traffic, found a dollar on the sidewalk, has a job interview – they all have the same level of importance in terms of “must tell mom”. She also wears her […]
Look, let’s stop pretending that I am a person that does anything well on a daily basis. Back on April 12th I posted the fifth installment of what was supposed to be a daily poem series. I won’t get into the details, but there are quite a few things that many people might assume are […]
Four-Thirty On my way home the day he died I stopped at the store. Or the gas station, or the bank, I don’t remember now. The street corner, I remember, but I forget the business. I closed my car door, and glanced at my watch – 4:30 p.m. I wouldn’t make it home in time. […]
DIRT Beneath my Boychild’s fingernails, there is a trace of earth. Not quite enough to grow a seed, but it’s related. My manicure is also wrecked due to my love of dirt. I do have garden gloves somewhere, but I’m lazy.
QUIET There’s a kind of quiet unlike the quiet of a city. Not known by all, and not even remembered by most who knew it, until they return to it again. A city can be quiet, in its way, at night. Dogs asleep. Cars parked, and crickets sing louder than the hum of electricity. Walking […]
Today’s poem is a haiku. BURN Sparks fly from the urn. Smoke rising, carries soul words; TCOYOS night ends.
feet, bare and winter-dry, meet the mat. good morning. thighs, cold and stiff, cannot forget the herb garden. arms, stretched and open, palms face up to hold the sun. heart, quiet and focused, open wide. namaste.
Ann Patchett writes books I love to read, due in large part to the rich texture and sense of place they contain. She uses a lot of words to create the images of the scenery, the environment, the neighborhood, the people… “costuming”, as she referred to it. When I write, I find that those things […]
I have been struggling with what to do with my recognized “whiteness” lately. At the same time, I’ve been looking for opportunities to have conversations with my son and daughters about the relative ease of our lives, and the responsibility we have to lift up those around us and stand with them as they fight […]
I spent the first full work day of our new president’s term in my pajamas scanning social media and news outlets, exhausted after my trip to DC where I joined a few other people to make sure he was aware we have expectations of his administration. Because even though I didn’t vote for him, he […]