One word at a time.
I dreamt last night of an olive tree in a place where the sun is poured into stone and where gilded afternoons fade to slate blue dusk. Sun-worn trees, rooted in a land that makes no promises and yet still leaves room for life. Olive trees, bedded in ground that…

There is something about Louisiana in the odd uneven throes of August. Despite the muggy heat, the Mississippi Delta air is surprisingly pleasant, soft like…

Ivy Jane was not like other little girls. With coffee-colored curls and rich mahogany skin, she had a magnetic way of commanding a room. Behind…

I love the quiet ferocity of the sea. There is something magical and yet menacing in the wet, briny air, silver at dawn, and deep…

Today I wore a pair of threadbare yoga pants and an unembellished oversized sweatshirt. I have yet to shower, and the pallor of my face…

II am Lori, living a messy, gritty, growing, and redemptive story. A solo mother to five beautiful human beings, I am staring head-on into an empty nest, a bittersweet new chapter. I am a woman of faith, restless, chaotically creative, and living unapologetically on the bright side of broken. I love deeply, heal honestly and live with holy purpose. God doesn’t take you through something without a reason and that reason usually becomes the most important part of your story. Welcome to bits and pieces of mine.