Author, Blogger, & Storyteller

Stories of lost keys, found courage, and the quiet adventures in between.

Maureen Lewicki writes stories shaped by wonder, reflection, and the small mysteries of everyday life. She is drawn to ideas the way someone might walk around a sculpture, looking at it from every angle until its meaning becomes clear. As a longtime teacher, homeschool mother, and storyteller, she brings warmth, patience, and quiet imagination to her work, whether she is crafting picture books for children or writing blog posts and devotionals rooted in faith, creativity, and the rhythms of daily life. Her love of the outdoors, especially time spent in the Adirondack Mountains, carries into her writing with that same sense of curiosity and quiet discovery.

“I write for my inner child, whose imagination is rich with fun and fear. I write to distract her, comfort her, and entertain her with scenarios she offers me. And when I get it right, my throat thickens and my heart thrills. And I hope someday others can read it too whose inner child might be a lot like mine.”

For Maureen, I Once Was Lost And Found is more than a title. It holds both the humor of lost keys and misplaced papers, and the deeper truth that loss, longing, and discovery often live side by side. Her writing grows out of that tension, whether in stories for young readers or reflections for adults, offering something gentle, thoughtful, and full of heart, with the hope that readers, whose inner child may be a lot like hers, will find something of themselves there too.

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Recent Posts

yarns / fiber arts / finding hope / Jesus Follower / Teaching / writer's life / Love Your neighbor

Yarn, a Promise, and a Hope

Yarn, a Promise, and a Hope Tossing my briefcase onto the passenger seat, I slid behind the steering wheel and slammed the car door. Foreboding, distant storm clouds matched my mood. I couldn’t change the events of the day, but I could take the long way home. I headed to the winding countryside road that would take me, not coincidently, past a nearby yarn shop.  ‘I’ll just admire and squeeze some yarn. I don’t need any.’  Who was I kidding? When did I ever resist buying yarn...read more
writer's life

And Now For Something Completely Different

And Now for Something Completely Different Sometimes forging ahead feels better then continuing to camp out with the timid-me, the me that wants to avoid mistakes, and remain safe in my choices. But to be honest, I have been sitting in this camping chair for a longer time than I want to admit. I have a collection of stories that crowd my thoughts, and little characters that emerge and make footprints in my head and often my heart, and they want to be released. I surely don't need them wool gathering in my...read more
Empty nest / writer's life / Love Your neighbor

Making Friends in Days of Uncertainty

Making Friends in Days of Uncertainty It all started out innocently, as many friendships do. I was exiting my local fabric store, as someone else was entering. She was wrangling her handbag, and a sturdy-looking sewing machine apparently in need of repair, so of course, I held the door for her. Such a nice way to start a friendship, with a small act of kindness. We struck up a chatty conversation, commiserated about broken machines, the cumbersome shape of a machine that seems to expand as we squeeze it through...read more