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Lori Knutson

I am a writer, author, and certified editor. BA and BEd

Autumn Views

Recently when I posted a photo of our early-September snowfall, friends on social media asked me, “What happened to fall, Lori?” Sometimes we get fall here in my neck of the woods and sometimes we don’t. It sure feels like it’s gonna be an early winter this year, […]

When You Go Home

  When I go home I’m lucky to be able to visit a place that hasn’t changed significantly since my childhood. Until recently, that same house even contained my grandparents’ wood burning stove from their homestead. The stove dated back to probably the mid-1940s and when all that […]

Blocked

  It’s not writers block. I don’t have writers block. If anything, I’m blocking the characters. They’re ringing the doorbell and thinking it’s broken, they knock loudly. Some of them are peering into the lower windows and I’m lying on the floor in front of the couch praying […]

Dying Butterfly

The other day, a child brought me a butterfly. He held out his hands and gently opened them to reveal a very cold butterfly indeed. The boy told me, “Ms. K., I found this butterfly.” I could tell that he believed that I would know what to do […]

Summer Mourning

Today I’m in mourning. I’m mourning the fresh fruit and vegetables, the dewy morning grass, the towering sunflowers. I’m mourning time alone and time spent with friends. I’m mourning sweet, summer wine and long, golden-lit evenings. I’m mourning summer’s loss. Maybe it’s the weather… Perhaps it’s the cool, […]

What Really Matters

Starting a business is hard! What’s more difficult yet is trying not to become completely self-absorbed while working to start a business. These nights, I dream of advertising. My thoughts constantly turn to content marketing and customer-engagement strategies. I can get a little too focused when undertaking a […]

The Stars and the Moon to Gain

On a Sunday evening last week, I stood out on my front lawn with binoculars and my camera watching that beautiful, white moon grow slimmer and slimmer until, instead of fading away, she turned red before my eyes and camera lens. As I stood there shivering with wonder […]

Connected

Complicated Emotions get so darn complicated, especially when we start digging around in the past. I can understand why some people choose to just let those old days stay buried under that thick layer of years. I totally get this point of view. After all, the past is […]