Fireweed & Flannel

And It's Not About Snow and Ice. By Lisa R. Conner I remember November 2007. Something shifted. I could feel it in the real estate market, but I could also feel it in my gut. There was a storm coming. I didn't know exactly what it would look like or how long it would...

We Are Going on a Trip! By Lisa R. Conner Something happened today that I need to get out of my body and onto paper. Or a screen. Whatever. It is still warm. Can you feel the steam? I don't completely understand it yet, which is usually exactly when I need to write....

SWEATER WEATHER, WOODEN WICKS, RITUALS THAT ARE HOME By Lisa R. Conner There is a certain kind of comfort that only arrives this time of year. The air shifts. Mornings ask for slippers. Evenings ask for blankets. The light changes. My nervous system seems to know...

263 Idaho Street, Anchorage, Alaska by Lisa R. Conner What if homes could speak? What would they tell us about the lives lived inside them—and the possibilities still waiting there? I recently brought this Anchorage duplex to market. Before I wrote about its bedrooms,...

I Just Didn't Recognize Her By Lisa R. Conner Book a call with Lisa today: https://lisaconner.com/book-a-session/ I have spent much of my life trying to change my body. Lose weight. Exercise more. Eat differently. Sleep better. Drink more water. Take the supplements....

It’s not about the house. It’s all about the home. By Lisa R. Conner Book a call with Lisa today: https://lisaconner.com/book-a-session/ People often talk about moving like it is a practical decision. A financial decision. A timing decision. A square-footage decision....

The Book I Wrote Helped Me Remember Lisa R. Conner You can book a call with Lisa here: https://lisaconner.com/book-a-session/ I thought I wrote Casa Renae. I thought I was writing a book about stories, rooms, survival, truth, and coming home to yourself. But I am...

How fear became something I could finally stay with. By Lisa R. Conner Today, Fear came into the room. Not crashing.Not screaming.Not throwing open every door. She came quietly. Almost carefully. Like she knew I had spent a lifetime misunderstanding her. I expected...

Casa Renae in Real Time By Lisa R. Conner I was at a family gathering recently. A happy occasion. New life.Food.Flowers.Laughter.Small talk.Pictures. The kind of room that looks simple from the outside. But rooms are never simple. Not to me. Rooms remember. They hold...