Mama Wants to Fix Everything

Mama Wants to Fix Everything

“Oh Laurie, will you please just go get a boyfriend!” My Mother, Suzy pleads, wringing her hands right there on FaceTime.  Thank goodness for Suzy. She always supplies me with such perfect material when I’m scratching around for a blog post. And here I was going to...
For Dear Life

For Dear Life

The heater isn’t working, so I pull out a hoodie, remembering Zoe telling me last week that everyone needs a hoodie – a cozy pullover that goes over your head, that you might even hide out in. Zoe said that their own hoodie had saved them many times. Maybe it...
Why I Write

Why I Write

Because my 88-year-old mother starts sentences with, “Now don’t you go telling your siblings what I’m about to say.” And because it’s mostly about things she’s forgotten, like a date with a friend that she didn’t write down and how they showed up at her door. She...
A Hall Pass from the Universe

A Hall Pass from the Universe

For a couple of years now I’ve been aware of something that I can only describe as a big bend in the road ahead for me. One of those wide, wide curves you might take in a train or a car in a vast landscape, the bend so wide that you can’t see around it, can’t see...