Lisa Marie Blair

Writer of personal essays and other creative nonfiction.

  • How the Body Holds

    How the Body Holds

    Lately, the hurt lives more in my body than my mind. I suffer through sleepless nights in a row, writhing with headaches that resist every remedy. More mornings than not I wake with a stiff neck and a clenched jaw. My back insists it needs stretching and cracking, but nothing softens the knots over my…

  • An Inventory of Pain

    An Inventory of Pain

    A personal inventory of pain I’m carrying right now—physical, emotional, spiritual—and a few things that help. Maybe it’ll help you name yours too.

  • A Distance Measured in Silence

    A Distance Measured in Silence

    They warned me, over and over again—marriage is hard.

Painstakingly Tension With Love “Every single human being is neurologically predisposed to be biased in various walks of life. It is biologically impossible to be absolutely free from all biases, nevertheless, the more a person rigorously trains the self to be rational and conscientious, the more that self becomes strong enough to keep the biases in check, never to let them run rampant over the psyche. “She wept for herself and the changes that had been wrought in her, because sometimes even change for the better felt like a little death.” — Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire Eye see you. “Change is real, but time is not. Time is only a reflection of change. From change, our brains construct a sense of time as if it were flowing.” — https://www.space.com/29859-the-illusion-of-time.html
Lisa Marie Blair is a writer of personal essays and other creative nonfiction. They’re obsessed with questions and politely decline to end with definitive answers. Here, you’ll find musings and meditations on community, identity, love, loss, shame, anger, and other stories humans tell themselves. Lisa lives in Colorado with their wife and a small collection of animals. They run a 24/7 self-care operation to keep chronic illness and ADHD at a manageable level. On the rare occasion when they aren’t writing, you can find them on a mountain trail, in a new restaurant, reclined in the window seat of an airplane, or at home reading—or rotting—in bed.

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