From eternity I was weaving, from the first, from the beginnings of the earth. -Proverbs 8:23 (alternate translation) My earliest memories are steeped in mother-loss. Around the time I was 18 months old, my parents took us all to see E.T. in the movie theater (I fell asleep) and then told us they were getting […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
“It was like my nice, happy mommy flew away,” my oldest daughter told me. The self I had known for 31 years was suddenly gone, or so it seemed. And left in her place was a person I did not know how to be, did not want to be. All I felt, all the time, […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
[Revised version of an essay originally written July 6, 2007] In the weeks after the deaths of my brother Steven and his wife Catheryn, I found a photograph that instantly gripped me. In the photo, Steven was standing next to a statue of his recently adopted hero, Benjamin Franklin, along the Freedom Trail in […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Two summers ago, my wonderful friend Amber asked if she could interview me for a project she was working on. At the time I was in Utah visiting my family for the summer, and I was newly pregnant with my 5th baby. Amber and Camlyn came to my dad’s house and set up their cameras […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
I can’t believe it will be ten years this November since my brother Steven and his wife Catheryn passed away. Steven would be turning 40 this November. It’s still surreal, even a decade later. They’re on my mind tonight because I’ve been working on the story of their boating accident as told by my […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
This blog has been quiet for almost half a year. I can’t tell you how many times over the summer I wished I could hop on here at Magdala Rising and share what was going on in my head. Unfortunately, I lost the notebook where I keep my complicated password, and when I tried to […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.
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.
I was pretty excited to see this in the February issue of the Ensign magazine. Though I have never really felt ashamed of my mental health struggles, I know that many within the Church do experience shame about their own. So the more articles like this the better. Here are some of my thoughts about […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
I’m up way too late tonight gathering educational Thanksgiving stuff on the Internet for homeschool this week. I’ve printed out copies of the one primary historical document describing the pilgrim’s feast in 1621 and found some short YouTube videos about the facts and myths surrounding Thanksgiving. I’m looking forward to sharing some genealogy with my […]Continue Reading... No Comments.