I’m a claims adjuster, helping people and insurance companies make sense of loss. I work out of my home in the rural Midwestmost days, and other days, out of yours. When I’m not crunching numbers or scaling small buildings, you can find me with a stiff cup of coffee and a book on the sofa, in the introvert’s hideout on Facebook, or avoiding Twitter (@lwlindquist). I’m married to a teacher, coach and all around wonderful guy and have two sons in high school.
You can also find me at PoetiClaims, where my poetic alter-ego adjusts words into lines, as well as at Making Headroom, where I’m chronicling a year of weekly trips for prayer and quiet at a nearby monastery. I’m also an editor at Tweetspeak Poetry, a premier play-place for poets, word lovers, and poetic artists and photographers; award-winning press, and home of an Oprah Magazine Summer-Read Title..
For an idea of what we try to do around here, try something from this sampling of a few of our favorites:
On Being Found
When Treasure Holds Us
You’re Not From Around Here
The Big Thing
Series on John 9
Dogs Like This Don’t Bark
A Story of His Faithfulness
We Can’t Handle This Much Jesus
Eight Days a Nobody