by Laurie Klein Black sheep? Moi? Oh yes: In childhood I cradled my stuffed counterpart, complete with music box. During adolescence I perched it atop the desk handed down from…
by Laurie Klein Have you seen my alter-ego? I call her Eeyore, after the classic Pooh character: a morose, self-pitying donkey ever-expecting the worst. Think: forgotten birthdays, cold rain and…
by Laurie Klein Dear friends, we are between Noels, past and pending. This year, I’m learning about creatures that might have shared that long-ago Holy Night. Welcome to “Oasis: Between…
by Laurie Klein Once upon a yard, I collected maple samaras. Ladybugs. Pea-sized mystery-spheres I found under shrubs — until Dad explained bunny droppings. To this day, I still watch…
by Laurie Klein Every November 11th, across the world, ancient, autumnal festivities honor St. Martin the Merciful. Gatherings may include lantern parades, bonfires, stories, wine tasting, and more. Born in…
by Laurie Kline Her gaze froze me in place. “Be a spokeswoman for peace,” author Susan Vreeland said. Five words. Oh, how they sobered and thrilled me: a sacred charge.…
by Laurie Klein We will shout for joy when you are victorious and will lift up our banners in the name of our God. Psalm 20:5 Wallpaper the basement ceiling—why…
By Laurie Klein If I make Thanksgiving succotash, or Yuletide lutefisk, will anyone eat? If I don’t budget enough for presents, will the grandkids still want to come next year?…
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