Category Archives: Stories
These include my longer stories about life in Montana. Sometimes they’re funny. Sometimes they’re sad. Usually they’re full of lessons.
Montana Mudpies
When my children were very young, I often read them a wonderful book I love called Mudpies and Other Recipes by Marjorie Winslow, who is a shirt-tail relative of mine. We had many mudpie parties where the kids made up … Continue reading →
Filed under Little Hymns to Montana, Motherhood, My Posts, Stories
Tagged as birthday parties, childhood, family, kid's games, Montana, Motherhood, mudpies, summertime
My Lover, LA
My Lover, LA by Laura A. Munson I love my children. I love my husband. I love my mother and deceased father. Sister and brother. Every person on my Christmas card list. Two dogs, two horses, cat, and pet rat—love … Continue reading →
Filed under City Hits, Motherhood, My Posts, Stories
Tagged as city life, country life, disappointment, dreaming, LA, materialism, Montana, Motherhood, responsibility, shopping
OLD CLOTHES by Laura Munson
Okay. I’ll admit it. I cling to things. I’ve been working on it. Hard. For a number of years and I’ve gotten pretty good at letting go. Of places. And in some cases, of people. That’s the hardest one. … Continue reading →
Rain Songs
Rain Songs by Laura Munson (as seen on the Huffington Post: click here) I used to sing. On purpose. In choirs and in singing groups…starting from the time I was a little girl, up until a few years ago when … Continue reading →
Filed under Huffington Post Blog Pieces, Little Hymns to Montana, My Posts, Stories
Tagged as huffington post, Idaho, journey, loss, Montana, philosophy, rain, road trip, singing, snow, solo, song
Empty Boat
Empty Boat by Laura A. Munson I live for passion. But I oppose fanaticism, fanatically speaking. My mouth lashes against it with venom. Hot tears come catapult. My head swirls, tempestuous. It’s fight or flight. I usually flee, hot and … Continue reading →
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Tagged as birth, childbirth, death, environmentalism, fanaticism, fighting, land, land use, musing, open space, passion, religion, town meeting, trails, west, western, wilderness, Writing Retreat Opportunity
A Robin in the Woodstove
A Robin in the Woodstove by Laura A. Munson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all –Emily Dickinson March 18, 2003 I was standing in … Continue reading →
Filed under Little Hymns to Montana, Stories
Tagged as birds, children, essay, fear, hope, Motherhood, Stories, war, writing, Writing Retreat Opportunity
Roaming in the Groaning
Roaming in the Groaning by Laura A. Munson My friend gave me a trout that she caught with her husband, ice fishing. I asked her to tell me about ice fishing. I was new to Montana. I was bullied by … Continue reading →
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Tagged as city transplants, fishing, friends, Home, nature, New York City, religion, Stories, travel, west, writing, Writing Retreat Opportunity
The Fire-fighter and the Grizzly Bear
Laura A. Munson The Firefighter and the Grizzly Bear by Laura A. Munson I sat next to a New York City firefighter this morning, at the café in town. He was visiting Montana; here to fish. “Were you—you know…there?” I … Continue reading →
Filed under Little Hymns to Montana, Motherhood, My Posts, Stories
Tagged as 911, fire-fighter, fishing, forest fire, grizzly bears, New York, parenting, small town life, the west, travel, western, wildfire, Writing Retreat Opportunity
Stop the Clocks
Stop the Clocks by Laura A. Munson (for Erin and Caden) Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let … Continue reading →
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Tagged as accident, adventure, community, danger, death, eulogy, family, friend, funeral, God, grief, loss, mother, mountain, mourning, pain, poetry, risk, river rafting, sadness, skiing, son, spirit, springtime, teenager, the west, tragedy, western, Writing Retreat Opportunity
Break Me In, Montana
Break Me in, Montana by Laura A. Munson I begged for this. This house. This land. This time. This husband and these children. I begged to know a place season for season. To use last summer’s spent perennials as winter … Continue reading →
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Tagged as Boston, Chicago, Home, land, marriage, moving, New York City, rural, Seattle, Stories, west, writing, Writing Retreat Opportunity
