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When The Room Went Silent
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...
The Deepest Exhale
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...
Worthiness Reckoning
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...
Save the Best for Last
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...
The Tears Know
How Grief Became an Unexpected Houseguest By Lisa R. Conner Lately, Casa Renae has been helping me grieve room by room. That matters. Because room by room feels safe. Not easy.Safe. Manageable.True.Healthy. I read the book every few days, and each time I cry in a...
Gloves & Flowers
If you’re the strong one… read this. By Lisa R. Conner A friend texted me a meaningful message this morning. It’s not mine to share. But it sparked. It cracked something open. Later in the day, she sent me a video. She knows me well. She knows my medicine. The...
Real Estate, Reimagined
A More Human Way of Moving Through Change by Lisa R. Conner After 26 years in real estate, I’ve learned something most people never say out loud: You do not move just for a house. You move because life is changing. Sometimes that change is painful. Grief. Loss....
No One Prepared Me for the Long Middle
On Reconstruction, Reinvention, and Beauty Redefined Lisa R. Conner No one prepared me for the long middle. People understand the diagnosis is terrifying. I’d describe it less as terrifying and more like a whopping gut punch. I’ve never personally been punched in...
You Never Know Who Might Be Watching
There are seasons of life that only make sense in hindsight. At the time, you are simply trying to survive them. You are putting on your clothes, catching your flights, showing up in the room, smiling when appropriate, taking notes, and trying not to fall apart in public...
Before the Front Door
Before you reach the front door, I want you to know this: I have never been able to look at anything at face value. Everything means something. The path means something. The threshold means something. The mask means something. The rooms we avoid mean something. The stories we inherited, inhabited, and confused...