[Originally written May 31, 2012] After my parents’ divorce, my dad and all six kids moved into my grandparents’ home in Springville, UT. I’m told that I clung to my older sister at first, but it wasn’t long before I warmed up to Grandma. I wasn’t yet two years old, so I technically should have […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
About a month ago I wrote about feeling “stuck” spiritually. Over the past week or two I have been guided to understand some of the things I need to do to progress upward toward the blessings God has promised will one day be mine. I have been shown that I simply can’t receive those […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
A conversation with a family member this past week has me thinking a lot about choices, God’s will, commandments, promptings, and agency. In particular, I’ve been thinking about the phrase “supposed to.” People of faith often talk about feeling that they are “supposed to” do something, be somewhere, help someone, etc. My mind has been […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
When I was eleven years old, I moved from Mesa, AZ to Sudbury, MA. That was approximately 2500 miles, which can feel like moving to a foreign country (or planet) when you’re a middle-school kid. My new classmates had different slang, different music, different food, different pronunciations and even different words for common things. I was […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
This topic has been on my mind for a while, simmering on the back burner, waiting for a quiet moment. Before I say anything else, let me be clear: I am very grateful for my church. My church blesses my life in more ways than I can list here. I love that my church has one […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
It has been a heavy couple of weeks, no? The emotions I am picking up from the collective consciousness are primarily fear and anger. Fear and anger. Fear and anger. Fear and anger. If I were a creepy evil Sith lord, I would definitely be cackling with glee, shouting: If I were a wise green […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
Everything but love is suffering. -M. Catherine Thomas A few years ago I attended a Neonatal Resuscitation Program workshop. One of the things we spent a lot of time talking about is verbal first-aid. When a mother and baby have experienced a resuscitation, it is generally a very traumatic experience. The first thing we were […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
What I have felt toward our leading presidential nominees for the past year can be summed up by one of many similar viral memes… For most of the year I actually ignored all things political because I just didn’t need the negativity in my life. But as my news feeds filled with more and more […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
Little children do have words given unto them many times, which confound the wise and the learned. -Alma 32:23 Yesterday the final speaker in our Church meeting was a man with an inspiring story. He had been raised in the Church but fell into troubled paths after some family trauma in his childhood. I loved […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
This week, I have been remembering the winter of 2005-2006. It wasn’t my finest hour. I was living in a stuffy basement apartment, caring for my newly-arrived second baby, and filling my mind with negativity and anger via daily involvement with pessimistic politics on the Internet. Eventually, I found that I was rarely going to […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.