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

finding hope / Picture book news / Grandma's heart / mom's heart / writer's life / humor / kids books

I Scream Like a Girl

I Scream Like a Girl Not all the time. Just when bats fly through my living room, or when mice stare at me from my dashboard while I am driving 60 MPH.   [Bats flying under the moon]  I also scream when Daniel walks into a room behind me. OK, I scream like a girl a lot. But I have a friend who keeps her cool around things that make me scream. Ginny Merritt is a dear, gentle-hearted friend who probably doesn’t scream at all. Once she swooped in to rescue me from something weighing less than...read more
finding hope / Grandma's heart / mom's heart / Empty nest / writer's life / humor

Dancing Before the Lord

On an overcast day we took our grand prizes to the Wilderness Experience in Tupper Lake, NY. The kids crawled on the spider web, much to the joy of our 6-year-old spider man. We walked on the suspension bridges which mysteriously wobbled and swung when Grandpa crossed.   On our foray into the forest,  my fashionista granddaughter had something to offer. A reminder to dance as if no one is watching. In this little patch of woods, curators installed speakers which are movement activated. Me, I am...read more
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