Thank you, Laura for a way to look at the world and all the chaos. I, also, thank you for having your memoir classes that I look forward to every week with Robin! ❤️
Your writing is one form of healing balm, Laura, not just in these times but always. I find that creative expression, for me writing, being with loved ones, petting my dog, moving my body and some form of activism to work towards preserving democracy are some of my go to's among others. I'm grateful I found you on Facebook. Love and blessings, Laurie
I just discovered your stack, and as someone who writes at red lights, I feel so validated. As someone who finds comfort in poetry and memoir, this essay spoke to me deeply and dearly. Thank you for sharing your writing.
It is good and loving, and chill making, to be reminded of a father, our own and others.' "I held it in my pocket like a punch line." I keep a page on Notes on my phone called, Dad's Wisdom, and add things I remember my dad said or did. You open my life in such glistening ways, Laura. Thank you.
Delightful...yes....so rich and juicy with those small kid time memories. Blackberry ice cream, dripping from a cone. the reflections of water on the side of a canoe. The sound of fat raindrops plopping on the sidewalk and the amazing earthy odor afterward. I love how sensory and real your work is. Rich with authenticity, insight, and the truth of a life. Thanks for sharing, Virginia
Hello once again from Nebraska, where we are all too familiar with tornadoes on top of world news chaos. Yes, poetry has saved me for many years, as has sharing inspiring writings, poems, & beautiful photos on social media. Our bodies were not designed with the ability to carry more than 24 hours worth of burdens present in our immediate circle. More than that on a constant basis will break us. Thank you for being a bright spot to so many people. You are an inspiration.
So wonderful to wake-up to this Laura! Out of the restless nightmares filled with running and chaos never able to escape. A reminder of the help that waits for me in the next room, the book shelf full of poetry!
Thank you, Laura for a way to look at the world and all the chaos. I, also, thank you for having your memoir classes that I look forward to every week with Robin! ❤️
Your writing is one form of healing balm, Laura, not just in these times but always. I find that creative expression, for me writing, being with loved ones, petting my dog, moving my body and some form of activism to work towards preserving democracy are some of my go to's among others. I'm grateful I found you on Facebook. Love and blessings, Laurie
I just discovered your stack, and as someone who writes at red lights, I feel so validated. As someone who finds comfort in poetry and memoir, this essay spoke to me deeply and dearly. Thank you for sharing your writing.
It is good and loving, and chill making, to be reminded of a father, our own and others.' "I held it in my pocket like a punch line." I keep a page on Notes on my phone called, Dad's Wisdom, and add things I remember my dad said or did. You open my life in such glistening ways, Laura. Thank you.
Delightful...yes....so rich and juicy with those small kid time memories. Blackberry ice cream, dripping from a cone. the reflections of water on the side of a canoe. The sound of fat raindrops plopping on the sidewalk and the amazing earthy odor afterward. I love how sensory and real your work is. Rich with authenticity, insight, and the truth of a life. Thanks for sharing, Virginia
Thank you, Laura!
Hello once again from Nebraska, where we are all too familiar with tornadoes on top of world news chaos. Yes, poetry has saved me for many years, as has sharing inspiring writings, poems, & beautiful photos on social media. Our bodies were not designed with the ability to carry more than 24 hours worth of burdens present in our immediate circle. More than that on a constant basis will break us. Thank you for being a bright spot to so many people. You are an inspiration.
So wonderful to wake-up to this Laura! Out of the restless nightmares filled with running and chaos never able to escape. A reminder of the help that waits for me in the next room, the book shelf full of poetry!