I'm Lorri Britt-  a writer, a story teller, and a women shaped by the moments life placed in my hands before I knew how to hold them.
My voice found me somewhere in the middle of heartbreak.  In the quiet, complicated space of loving a son through prison- -where love doesn't disappear, but it changes shape.  Where hope learns to live beside grief covered in shame.  Where strength becomes something softer, and deeper, than I ever imagined.
That story became my first book "My heart behind bars" 
The next continues what cannot be neatly finished -  the unfolding of healing, acceptance and learning to stand in love even when life doesn't return to what it once was.  

But my writing does not live in one story.

It moves the way life moves - through the seasons, through loss, through moments that ask more of us than we feel ready to give.
My sister's fragile moments between here and somewhere else. My grandsons small body carrying something so big.  A family story woven with complexity, silence, and truths that take time to name...and even longer to understand.   
I'm here , still-- a life that began in uncertainty, and continued anyway.
And somewhere along the way, I began learning what it means to make peach with what was, to loosen the grip of what hurt and to find a way towards forgiveness-not as something forced, but something slowly, quietly chosen. 

I also write about being a woman - about the shifts no one prepares you for, the body changing, the identity softening and reshaping, the quiet becoming louder than the noise.  
I write about it all.
Not to offer answers, but to sit inside the questions with honesty.  To give language to things that often go unspoken.  to reach , gently, toward anyone who might carry something similar. 

Alongside my nonfiction, I am also writing a fiction series-stores born from feeling, from wonder, from the spaces between truth and imagination.  Where my lived experiences speak plainly, my fiction wanders a little farther-into the emotional landscapes that don't always have names, but are just as real.  
Everything I write-whether lived or imagined-comes from the same place: a quiet need to understand, to express,  and to remind others they are not alone.  

This space is for the ones carrying more than they show.  For those learning to live with what they cannot change.  For the hearts still finding their way back to themselves. 

Here, your not alone

If you'd like to read more of my everyday or when I feel like writing-the thoughts, the moments, and the in between pieces of live- you can find them on the blog.