Fireweed & Flannel

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...

What It Feels Like To Begin Outgrowing Your Story By Lisa R. Conner Hitting publish was one kind of courage. Waiting in Amazon jail was another. There is something surreal about spending years carrying a book in your body, months writing it, days formatting it, and...

When You Stop Explaining By Lisa R. Conner Sometimes the universe doesn’t send a lesson.It sends a moment. Small.Unexpected.Almost nothing. And then—everything. A detail you can’t unsee.A tone you can’t ignore.A pattern you can’t keep talking yourself out of. This is...

Apparently, It Was Never Just About the Candy By Lisa R. Conner I have a thing. Actually, let’s be honest.I have several versions of the same thing. I leave the protective film on devices and appliances for far too long. Phones.Monitors.Refrigerators. Anything new and...