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2 weeks ago |
lauramckowen.substack.com | Laura McKowen
Happy Friday!A quick update: the situation I wrote about recently wraps up today. Letting go of needing resolution cracked something open in me—and maybe the universe too. If you're in a tough spot and struggling to surrender, give it a read. My last piece, “this is where I’m going to die,” felt like one of the most important things I’ve written in a long time—for me, at least. Twelve years ago this weekend, I got a DUI that kicked off the end of my drinking.
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1 month ago |
lauramckowen.substack.com | Laura McKowen
When my daughter, Alma, was five weeks old, my husband and I moved from Boston to my home state of Colorado, into my dad’s basement. I flew with Alma, vibrating with a hangover and more anxiety than any body should hold, while my husband towed a U-Haul behind our silver VW Golf across the country with our dog, Addie. Our decision to move was something like a Hail Mary attempt to save us, though we didn’t say that out loud, of course.
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1 month ago |
lauramckowen.substack.com | Laura McKowen
Hi All - I’m feeling quite tapped writing and life-wise this week, but I’m hungry for connection and service, so let’s do an AMA since it’s been several months since the last one! You can ask me anything in the comments until 8 p.m. ET today, Wednesday, April 30—this is open to paid subscribers. All prior AMAs can be found here. I’ll answer several in real time this morning and then the rest as I can later, until my word bag is empty!Love Story is a reader-supported publication.
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1 month ago |
lauramckowen.substack.com | Laura McKowen
Hi, hiii, hello. Happy Tuesday? Yes, it’s Tuesday. April 22, 2025. It’s 3:11 pm right now, I’ve spent this entire day working on my book, and I have about 400 fewer words to show for it than when I sat down at 7:19 am. These kinds of days are scary when they happen, and part of me deciding to write you now is to take contrary action: combat the fear by putting one word down after another to remember how it feels to do that.
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1 month ago |
lauramckowen.substack.com | Laura McKowen
Once upon a time—or so the story goes—the great Margaret Atwood was seated at a dinner party beside a brain surgeon. “When I retire,” he confided, “I’m going to be a writer.” “Funny,” quipped Atwood. “When I retire, I’m going to be a brain surgeon.”This winter, on a sober retreat in Mexico, a regal academic made a similar pronouncement over dinner. “One day, I’m going to write my memoir.” Yes, her story was dramatic: life on the street, teenaged stripping, multiple incarcerations. But I was quiet.
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