Casa Renae Wrote Me Home

Casa Renae Wrote Me Home

The Book I Wrote Helped Me Remember Lisa R. Conner 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 beginning to understand something deeper. Casa Renae was writing me. Not in...
When Fear Reached For My Hand

When Fear Reached For My Hand

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...
When The Room Went Silent

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 hold...
The Deepest Exhale

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

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 is...
Save the Best for Last

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 and...