Love, Maur

Healing Has No Ceiling

One summer when I was about seven, while spending a week with my cousins, I skinned my knee in such a hideous way that I couldn’t even bear to look at it. My Aunt Helen took me…

Last year in Ireland, on the very first day of a retreat, Kathy Scott of Trailblazey asked a question that made me dig. The theme of the retreat was Homecoming, and it was geared toward fostering a r…

Growing up, my family lived just up the block from the church, and everything we did revolved around our church and school. We never veered far from it, mentally or physically, and when we did, we co…

In times like these, it is easy to forget ourselves, to forget that Spring will come. The world's weight presses in, making us feel small, uncertain, and unsteady. My grievances seem to block the bri…

Donny Robertson gave me my first Valentine. It was a cherry red, heart-shaped lollipop etched with white letters that read,  “Be mine.” 

In sixth grade, romantic gestures were like Big Foot sightings.…

My life is filled with things that have been given up on, given away, or passed down. My car is secondhand, my house has sheltered many before me, and even my thoughts and beliefs are often borrowed …

In a world screaming in pain from fears and fires, “thoughts and Prayers” have become the equivalent of spiritual shadow puppets. I get it.

It’s an odd defense for complacency, a tone-deaf trope. "I…

Tomorrow night marks the First Voice Box Story & Serenade 2025, and the theme song is Times They Are A-Changing. Life is like a river that refuses to be stagnant.

So, how do we navigate it all? Will …

Happy New Year! Here, we are at the threshold, in the blank slate of what will be. The new beginning and the letting go of the old. But this is not just what happens at The beginning of a year.  This…

Twixmas

There is something enchanted and oddly dreamy about the time between Christmas and New Year’s. The year is yawning and ready to bow out. It’s full and drunk and weaving its way to the exit as …

Oh Holy Night was a censored song, yet it found a way to move past the restrictions and regulations to become the first song ever to hit the airways. This is a story about how impossible things are n…

As a struggling young actress, before the days of branding, I found a teacher who gave me a peek past how I saw myself and how I was being seen.

His name was Sam Christiansen, a modern-day marketing …

Episode Overview:

In this first part of a two-part series, we explore the biblical characters of Mary and Marth…

Liam knocks on my office door. “Mom, do you want to go see a movie?” I’m in the middle of writing about spontaneity versus structure and want to keep going, but I also know he’s 24 and moving out in …

American Her-Story

By Maureen Muldoon

If I tell you of my heart,

I should tell you of my home,

The places I have lived,

And the land that I have roamed.

Through the trauma and the dramas,

The triumphs and t…