God. Christ. Humans. Justice. Mercy. Love. Atonement. Healing. Grace. Sacrifice. Faith. All big concepts. When people bear testimony in the Mormon church, a very popular phrase which is somewhat casually bandied about is, “I know this is true, beyond a shadow of a doubt.” Well. I believe the entire point of FAITH, is to BELIEVE […]Read more "All-Inclusive, Like a really good resort."
I always find myself waking early on my children’s birthdays. My mind and heart are so full of thoughts, memories, love, pride, respect, and every good thing. As per usual, my words seem inadequate. How does a mother express what is in her very blood, DNA, and soul? Both of my children were very intentional. the […]Read more "Happy 25 Big D (or as I like to call him, lil’ GnGn)"
This post has been running through my mind for the past week. My thoughts woke me at 1:30 am on my daughter’s 23rd birthday. There are so many things I want to write, so many qualities and characteristics that I admire, so many stories to tell. 23 years ago today, I woke up at 6am, […]Read more "You are my ass-kicking sunshine."
It seems false and hypocritical for a white person to write about racism, white privilege, human rights, equality, and equanimity. It feels as if I just want a pat on the back for how racially sensitive and amazing I am. As if I want a nod because “my best friends are black,” “my students are […]Read more "So, who gets into Subway, and who gets locked out?"
It’s been a day or two. I quit. I quit a lot of things. I quit nourishing, I quit writing, I quit sharing. So, in typical Laura fashion, perhaps we should ask why? I’ve been dating. And eating. And “celebrating”. And celebrating, historically speaking, has involved food. Lots of “good” food. And booze. Of note. […]Read more "Sharing the Journey"
I don’t allow myself anger. Anger is for, well, angry people. And I am far too enlightened, forgiving, and evolved for such base emotions. In the case of my abuse, I “forgive” and even “excuse” behaviors in the name of compassion and understanding for my abusers. I look into their background and see the abuse […]Read more "anger."
160. In October, I was 128. I tell myself that the numbers don’t matter, that the number on the scale is data. And that is honestly true. The number is just a symptom. The food is a symptom. The closet full of clothes that are binding and uncomfortable? A symptom. In functional medicine, the […]Read more "Here we go again."