Lauren Storey

This mantra of mine's been swirling around in my head lately, I said it to many friends this weekend too. When I was in college, sitting at the pottery wheel, my professor Mike would say it to me all the time. He could see me, hunched over the spinning clay, jaw tight, fingers tense, trying to force something beautiful into being. “Breathe,” he’d laugh and say, in a calm but knowing tone. “You’re fighting it.” He was right. I was gripping too hard - the clay, the wheel, the outcome. All my...

I've always suspected the flamingo was my spirit animal. What began with friends in junior high, we each claimed our spirit animal and...

Now I promise this is not going to be a sad story. The last words of advice I received from Dr. Ken were, “Don’t let it get too dark”....