Laura Beth’s Blog

Just Walkin’ and Talkin’

Just Walkin’ and Talkin’

I’ve been plagued with writer’s block. It finally broke tonight when I asked myself a question: What does the yellow sign in this picture really mean? I have no lack of topics. My notes page is filled with titles. Some of those titles have an opening line with them. A few have some rambling paragraphs that lead…well, nowhere. My journal – often an inspiration for blog posts – is filled with notions either way too personal or practically incoherent. This…

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The “J” Assumption

The “J” Assumption

I don’t invest a lot in entertainment. I don’t have cable. I don’t have an active Netflix account. I rarely go to movies. It’s not that I’m opposed to these things; I actually really enjoy a good movie or TV series when one happens to come along. I don’t invest in them because both money and time are limited resources. If I had regular access to these outlets, I would use them. A lot.  I wouldn’t invest that time reading…

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Heart Smiles

Heart Smiles

I’ve been playing with ways to express this idea all week. Sometime in the middle of this night, this story took shape in my head. I hope you enjoy my foray into a writing style I seldom use, but really enjoy! A young squire let his steed clop up the road to the manor at a snail’s pace. He was returning to face his master, his mentor, his friend after a year long quest: one in which he had utterly failed….

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Mind Games

Mind Games

I was out to dinner with a friend the other night. The conversation was taking several pleasant rabbit trails, sushing through a myriad of topics professional, philosophical and personal. In the midst of the thises, thats and others, I heard something that really caught me off guard and I found slightly offensive. “I actually enjoy mind-games.” Sadly, the voice behind the statement was my own. Why would I say such a thing? Did I just announce that I actually like…

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Ear Waves

Ear Waves

There are constantly sound waves pulsing through our heads. The slightest buzz of a bug or the irritating ring of an electronic device or that noise the refrigerator makes when it does whatever a refrigerator needs to do to stay cold: all of these are the result of air that has been very specifically disrupted so that when it strikes our ear drums it produces a pattern that our brains have been taught to recognize and (sometimes) associate with a…

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Circles

Circles

Over the past 12 months, I have visited 22 of the 50 United States. Most of those trips have involved driving in circles; some big, some small, always starting and ending somewhere I called home, even if only for a moment. The anchor point of my circle has recently shifted from the “come and take it” state of Texas to the midwestern farmland home of Hoosier Pride in Indiana. One of the most striking differences between the college town of…

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Book Review: The Rock Creek Series

Book Review: The Rock Creek Series

Kindness is making a comeback. It’s not disguised as political correctness or bathed in religious overtones. It’s just pure, heartfelt compassion for a friend, neighbor or even stranger. It’s unfortunate that it takes a chaotic and at times hostile political and cultural climate for that surface, and still, here it is. On my social media feeds, in news articles, and sometimes even on the streets in front of me. It’s been a while since I wrote a book review. It’s…

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Farewell Sophia

Farewell Sophia

I wrote a love poem today: to my boat. This bothers me more than just a little bit. I’ve spent the last few years moving myself to a much more minimalist lifestyle (truly a “lifestyle” choice) and the thought of being attached to this hunk of fiber and metal is not what I expected. Don’t get me wrong; Sophia has been a great boat and home. And the blog and organization that inherited her name will press on. But as…

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Pride and Promises

Pride and Promises

Rainbows are everywhere; literally. Even when we can’t see them the colors from the entire spectrum lurk in the light that flies by us as we walk through the day. Sometimes that light passes through a device of some sort – a cloud, a drop of water, a cut glass or a crystal prism – and allows us to enjoy a display of color only nature could paint. Sometimes that painting is adopted as a symbol or illustration of a…

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