L M Anderson
Bio
I am a writer from the Oklahoma Plains. Fascinated by the connectivity of humanity and grieved by the lack of experience of it, I write to create space for the exploration and celebration of humbling moments of connection.
Stories (6/0)
The Dust of Our Bones: Pt. 4
It was a frequent stop for me and although I hated it, I was familiar with the routine. How easy it was to stop in after a work errand and grab a drink for a coworker. The corner gas station was not a place of preference, but one of convenience. Every trip inside gave me anxiety but I had learn to push it aside, grab the Big Gulp, and leave as quickly as possible.
By L M Anderson6 years ago in Motivation
The Dust of Our Bones: Pt. 2
All of life was held within the stretching breath of a moment and there was no room for questions. It was all settled inside like sun rising every morning. This was life and all was as it should be. Childhood unraveled in the rhythm of long summer days and wondrous winter nights and abundance was found simply in what was before you.
By L M Anderson6 years ago in Motivation
The Dust of Our Bones: Pt. 1
It’s on his birthday that I see her: a small comma of a woman, providing a pause in the long run-on sentence of my life. There’s a way about her. A way that makes you feel like you’re good where you are; makes you feel like you’re not the odd-one-out you always thought you were.
By L M Anderson6 years ago in Motivation