About the Author
For many years Molly Mitchell was a semi stay-at-home mother. The part about “staying home” was a bit laughable when four strong-minded busy kids and their assorted schedules were in the mix, but ok, we’ll call it that.
She’s had a variety of jobs in Christian publishing, freelance editing/writing, public school teaching/classroom support, and get this, the financial industry. Ha! (not her strong point). But she did them. Fairly ably on most days. With practically no complaining.
Now she dabbles in writing, planting unnecessary flowers, doting on grand darlings, and remembering to occasionally feed her good husband and ferocious 15 lb. terrier to whom she is allergic.
Her thoroughly adult children are weaving themselves into the generational family root system and she watches them, sometimes from afar, still in awe that God allowed her to call herself “mother” to these four treasures. That still chokes her up after all these years and is her greatest accomplishment.
She loves home and promotes ideas of family and caring for one another. Being married to Bob for 40-plus years has kept her on a relatively even keel during a storm or two or three. Some days she’s cooler than you’d think for her age and can run an iPhone with the best of ‘em. Yet at other moments you wish she’d invested in hearing aids ten years ago and would stop obsessing about the weather.
It is her genuine hope that somewhere within these versions of herself there is someone who speaks to you, encourages you, and declares the name of Jesus.
About the Blog
Lashley Lane was a small street in Boulder, Colorado where I grew up in the 60s and 70s. Our western-facing house was purchased new by my folks for $14,000 and commanded an overwhelming view of the Flatirons. That house and view today goes for a cool million or so which makes me wonder if I should’ve given more attention to what was in front of my face or at least paid a little homage on my way out the door every day. Or never moved.
Life goes on though. And I got in the U-Haul truck when told.
Over decades this writer’s style has been shaped along with her personality and experiences. It reflects a heritage of humor, music, love of the written word, intermittent edginess, a pleasingly wide variety of interpersonal relationships, intense familiarity with the church without ignorance of the world, and a deeply focused intentionality of reflecting Christ.
The words you’ll read are mine and echo whatever that looks like. A number of posts are “from the archives,” so to speak, and have been around since the blog’s beginning in 2019. The refreshed version is debuting in summer, 2024. The only editor these pages have been run through is me – a dangerous, risky, perilous, and thoroughly satisfying way to live. Editors bug me. And I ARE one. Heh.
I’ve moved far beyond sweet little Lashley Lane. She’s important enough to me, though, to find her way into these pages. Look deeply enough and you’ll see. The older we get, the brighter the past becomes, and though some of the stories are nostalgic reflections, I hope that most are pertinent to life in the world today. Here. Now. On our walk toward eternity.
You’ll notice a tab for Tumbleweed. There you will find a serialized version of what may become a book or it may just live here on Beyond Lashley Lane. Chapters will be posted as I get them finalized. Hopefully it’s at least worth a bit of your time.
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MM
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