The short version.
Hey, there. I'm Laura. I'm a mama, writer, light-seeker and recovery warrior. I believe we desperately need each other’s most honest stories—to know that we are not alone, to learn how to move through life, to remember who we are. I write here about my struggle with addiction, my journey to sobriety, motherhood, and love of all kinds.
On April, 2016, I quit my fancy corporate career in advertising to pursue writing, teaching, speaking, and [insert unknown].
I'm a regular contributor at Huffington Post and my work has been published in XOJane, The Mid, Scary Mommy and Elephant Journal, among others. I'm also the co-host of HOME Podcast alongside Holly Whitaker.
I've practiced yoga since 2001 and have been teaching since 2009. I've combined my love for the practice with recovery work, music obsession, and a lifetime (or maybe many) of self-seeking, to develop workshops and retreats that I teach all over the U.S. All my events are listed here.
I live on the north shore of Boston with my eight year-old daughter and am currently writing my first book.
And the longer one.
In July 2013, I hit what one might call a rock bottom. I’d say a more accurate description is that I hit the beginning of the end of a long drinking career.
I did not want to quit drinking. I wanted my life to stop exploding, but I did not want to quit drinking. Alcohol had been a beloved, loyal companion for twenty years and I was not ready for a break-up. I had a big girl job in Boston, a beautiful young daughter, a jamming social life. I ran marathons and taught yoga and made six figures. I was newly single, having separated from my husband a year prior, and I had things to do. I had a whole, big, exciting life stretched out on paper. But my insides were absolute dust.
And so began my reluctant journey toward sobriety. What had happened in the summer of 2013 could have been considered a rock bottom, except that typically signifies the lowest point and the elevator didn’t stop dropping there. In 2014, over a year later, I was still struggling hard. Really hard. Desperate to make my way through the in/out, yes/no, sober/drinking purgatory cycle I was in, I created a new Instagram account and started posting little bits of truth there. Just a few words at first. Then more. Each time I spoke a piece of my story something miraculous happened: I got lighter.
Bit by bit. Breath by breath. Bird by bird.
I then began really writing here with the same intent: to be honest and hold nothing back. Through those words, I connected with you. You told me you still wanted me around. You said, "me, too" and "please keep going" and "thank you" and somewhere along the way I realized I was saving my life.
My mission is to show up and stand out in the light even when I'm afraid, which is most days; to write a few true things down and share them with you; to be a beginner again and again.