Lauren Mosher

Be prepared to fall in love with your dog all over again as you read these heartwarming stories of pet parenthood, and the unconditional love, companionship and amusement our dogs provide.

Think positive and live happier! These 101 true stories show you how to find joy, peace and happiness in your own life.
You already have all the necessary tools to find your happiness – you just need to learn how to use them. These inspirational, personal stories from Chicken Soup for the Soul’s library provide role models and tips so you can apply these keys to happiness to your own life.
Each chapter starts with a guided tour, too, to help you best utilize the lessons inside. You don’t have...

POETRY FOR UKRAINE: Poetry in support of Ukraine, from poets around the world. (THE POET's international anthologies)

These 101 true stories will inspire you to think positive to live a happier life.
Everyone can use a little more positive thinking—to create an even better life. Your attitude is a powerful tool, and these stories from real people show you how to think yourself into a more fulfilling, happier life.
As co-author Deborah Norville says, “Change your thoughts and you’ll change your world. Sometimes you need an example to follow, a how-to that works for you. These stories can help you do just that...

An anthology of two dozen dog stories submitted by military family members. These memoirs illustrate the strong bond and loyalty between dogs and their humans. This book is the result of the Museum of the American Military Family & Learning Center's Writer-in-Residence program. Author/Editor: Lauren Mosher (Writer-in-Residence)

Candid stories by LGBTQ+ veterans and family members, highlighted with original drawings and photographs from the 2017 exhibit "Inside Out." The exhibit and book project received the AASLH Albert B. Corey prize in 2018. Authors: Circe Woessner and Lora Beldon, with Lauren Mosher as a contributing author.

“You can’t say you love animals if you eat them,” my brother blurted as we sat on a bench at Barker Field, immersed in the organized chaos of the shaping and reshaping dog packs. Somewhere my dogs played in the blurred masses of yips and yaps, dirtying themselves with the dust kicked up and drool collected. The community of breeds and communion of sizes and the universal communication occurring were both intriguing and intoxicating.
I had been vegetarian for a few months at this point. Having...

"9 Lives: A Life in 10 Minutes Anthology" is a collection of creative nonfiction pieces written ten minutes at a time, straight from the heart. Ten minutes is enough time to write something strange and beautiful and truthful. This anthology includes professional writers and beginners from all over the world. Contributing Author: Lauren Mosher.

Thirty-five different stories, all set at night, will be sure to help you through even the most sleepless of nights. These stories for--and by-- brats will keep you turning the pages and “burning the midnight oil.” The Museum of the American Military Family's Writer-in-Residence, Lauren Mosher, has carefully collected and edited these stories for you.

I was so excited to take my rescue beagle to the river the other day, as it is walking distance from our new home. Having spent her first six years in a cage, Georgie had never seen a body of water, and I wanted to get there before sunset to watch her experience it.
I was growing increasingly impatient at all of the stops her little beagle nose required. Inspecting the grass, dirt, trees, licking whatever was stuck to the road: These were all new discoveries for her, and she took her time stu...

When you meet Gus, you won’t feel like a stranger: his unassuming welcome is one of his trademarks.

Gus is a pretty memorable fellow. Just a few weeks ago on a hike in Lexington, Virginia, an unknown fellow hiker asked if we frequent Barker Field Dog Park. The hiker recognized Gus not from his gregarious nature. He didn’t identify him from his big Rottweiler head and lithe Labrador body—he knew Gus because of another distinguishable trademark.

I wish I could say that it was a birthmark, a rit...

When you meet Gus, you’ll find you’re no stranger. His unassuming welcome is one of his trademarks. Gus is memorable. Just a few weeks ago on a hike in Lexington, an unknown fellow hiker asked if I take my dogs to Barker Field.
The hiker recognized Gus, not from his gregarious nature. He didn’t identify him from his big Rottweiler head and lithe Labrador body. He knew Gus because of another distinguishable trademark.
I wish I could say that it was a birthmark, a rite of passage from womb to e...

I have a lot of experience with love. One might dare say that I am qualified to give advice based on my vast experience. The disclaimer: Advice would be coming from a place of failures, not successes.
You see, after a handful of broken engagements, a marriage and divorce, and numerous attempts of everything in between, I am an expert on what not to do.
I have made lists of wants, needs and requirements and imposed them on people. I have picked partners based on appearance, social status, succ...

The neighbor two doors down died. He was 90, which is almost all I know of him. He was 90 and he visited his wife in the nursing home every day without fail is what I know about the late Mr. Marshall.

I noticed that his yard was a mess and now I understood why. Every time I walked my dogs by his house, I observed how long the grass was getting and wondered who would cut it, which reminded me that my own grass needed cutting. “I’ll make some time after work today,” I thought to myself, and that...

It was mid-June when I crawled from the morning’s waxing dawn into the darkness of the sweat lodge. Packed in with a close friend to my left and a stranger to my right, I sat cross-legged in a small spot on the dirt floor in my friend’s borrowed blue muumuu.
I imagined that the sunlight must be growing outside, and used what was peeking through the front of the hut to count the bodies that communed within before the door would be pulled closed. By the silhouettes, I deduced that this morning’...