Laura Hanson Reber
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Cultivating Transformative Experiences through Art, Writing, Travel and Hospitality.
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Super Bowl Outrage is Nonsensical
Some days it is hard to look away from this administration’s strategy of chaos in order to focus on the hope and beauty of life together. I am starting to unpack and name what I am seeing and where I want to hold my focus. As someone who has spent the past 25+ years deconstructing the conservative evangelical faith of my youth, which has morphed into a champion of Christian Nationalism, I believe we need to be clearer about what we aspire to in order to inspire (breathe life into) positive actionable goals for life-giving communities, which en masse can take the air out of those who seek to oppress.
By Laura Hanson Rebera day ago in Humans
The Old Brownstone Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Not like they could. The doorknob was welded shut; the key was broken off in the deadbolt; and a slide latch was secured with a rusty padlock. As far as Sarah knew, nobody had been to the basement for four generations, not since her great granddaddy died in a distillery explosion under the house in the steam plant tunnels.
By Laura Hanson Reberabout a year ago in Horror
When in Rome
The sudden discomfort of the park bench elicits more surprise than pain, but I cry out just the same shooting up from my anticipated resting spot. Jet-lagged and museum-weary I had neglected to look down. A small black Moleskine notebook with a gold fountain pen clipped to the cover now seems obvious. I look around for the owner. Most of the visitors have left, although a few remain on the benches bordering the tidy square that fronts the Borghese Galleries. The pathway leading into the wildly expansive public gardens is vacant. Rotating full circle, I see children lobbing acorns at protesting parakeets; a dog leaving a fresh lawn sculpture as its person chats obliviously on their phone; and a priest strolling in from the street, stopping to light a cigarette. For a moment he appears to be watching me, yet he looks away as our eyes meet.
By Laura Hanson Reber5 years ago in Wander
