LaurieWrites

My name is Laurie, or @LaurieWrites on your Internet. I started blogging in 2005 (aka "before Twitter" and in a time when I apparently believed purple font was okay -- please don't read my archives), joined BlogHer as an original contributing editor in 2006, and haven't shut up since. I also picked up a multimedia journalism degree a few years ago, and left a career in college teaching and counseling to work in words and pictures full-time. 

I love writing, editing, taking pictures, any social media platform that has been or ever will be invented, food, music, traveling, smooshy-faced dogs, and the challenges and joys of online community.  A previous editor at DraftDaySuit and a pop culture writer at the late, great MamaPop, I currently write about entertainment for Babble, contribute to TueNight and to BlogHer, and manage community and communications for Mom 2.0 Summit

I live in the very same Maryland suburbs of Washington, D.C. where I was born,  where I dream of managing awesome things online from a deck by the ocean or a New York brownstone, depending on the day.  Wherever I am, you can find me @lauriewrites on Twitter, @laurieanne on Instagram, and on Pinterest, too. 

BlogHer and blogging changed my life. Nothing in my writing career has meant more to me than speaking as an original BlogHer Voice of the Year and at the BlogHer Food '13 Closing Keynote. Nothing.

I hope you'll share your story, too. It matters. 

Spirits

Picture by me....more

I love smoking. I just can't do it anymore.

I love smoking. I would like to say I hate it, that after I quit every time that I put it down never to pick it up again. I'd like to say that I avoid secondhand smoke, and don't in fact hang around it just a few seconds longer than I need to, that my realization that cigarettes are the devil's handiwork and the product of a corrupt industry make me high five myself for giving them up and that I've never thought about doing it again at all because that would be stupid ....more

Because of Him

Written for and read at the Listen to Your Mother Baltimore Show, April 26, 2014 ...more

Cousin Number One

Originally posted as part of a larger post, September 24, 2008. My mother and her brother were over at my grandmother’s house a day or so after she died. I was sitting at the table and I looked up at the top of the server, as she called it, a huge China closet on top of a chest of drawers, essentially ....more

Shoot the Buddha, 47/365

Instagram, February 16, 2014 I never edit big camera photos on mobile, but this one ended up in my phone stream somehow and I can't get this place off of my mind, or the Buddha, or the green. I wrote a blog post about this day, and this picture. I would like to go back to this spot now, feeling and living like I do ....more

The things I love, 30/365

Instagram, January 30, 2014. I have way too much stuff, but only two possessions that mean enough to me that I transport them in my purse every time I move. (My iPhone doesn't count ....more

When the Affordable Care Act showed up in my mailbox

This is one in an occasional series of reposts from my Instagram #Instastory365 project that I'm trying out this year. This one is from January 7, the day I got my first bill for health insurance in the mail after close to two years of no coverage. I had applied before the December 23 deadline, not believing at all that a simple application would result in health care coverage ....more

I'm just a girl...who writes on the internet sometimes

Do you know that I went to preemptively add this post to the "Life" category, and I discovered that I don't have one?...more

Novemer 1

I wrote this post a year and nine months ago. I was so unhappy then, dying physically and emotionally faster than any 41-year-old woman ought to be. It makes me so sad to read it, so sad for that poor, sad, chasing-after-the-wrong-things girl, sad on a level that makes me suck in my stomach like I got punched ....more

November's calling, again

I wrote this post a year and nine months ago. I was so unhappy then, dying physically and emotionally faster than any 41-year-old woman ought to be. It makes me so sad to read it, so sad for that poor, sad, chasing-after-the-wrong-things girl, sad on a level that makes me suck in my stomach like I got punched ....more