Christin Lore Weber
Christin Lore Weber has written fourteen published books. Christin’s novel, Altar Music (Scribner, 2000) was selected for LA Times Best Books of the Year 2000, for Publisher’s Weekly “First Fiction,” and for the Independent Bookseller’s “Booksense 76 Award.” Her most recent books are WomanChrist: 30th Anniversary Edition and Widow’s Walk, a literary novel. Weber is a member of Art Presence Art Center and frequently does author readings at their gallery receptions.
Connect with Christin Lore Weber
Please note that the Facebook links below each take you to the page dedicated to a different book. In order from left to right:
- Widow’s Walk
- WomanChrist—30 Year Anniversary Edition
- The Blue Shawl
- Gypsy Bones
- The Far Near Journals
This year, Art Presence adds Zoom Room Local Author Readings to its growing list of online offerings. Join us at 5pm on the second Friday of each month to hear local authors read excerpts from their books; you can ask questions via the chat box. On February 12, we present our first Art Presence Zoom […]
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Just before Christmas 2019 a box filled with copies of my newest book arrived at my door. Here it is! A book of stories from my early childhood when I was Mary Jane Lore and my world consisted in the boundary waters of Minnesota and Ontario, Lake of the...
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Work begins in the intersection of night and day; in darkness. Material life tumbles out onto me. Heavy life. How can I carry it? How bear it, aching? “I am overwhelmed,” I complain to John as he plans his garden, soon to be added to our care. I imagine vegetables...
If I could bring to you through wordsEverything that can be seen,Felt, held, imagined, envisioned, danced, sung, And all the other ways we know the world The Mystery that holds that world and worlds infinite,I would. If I could find a word,But that word would...