Lost Sense of Time

Today is Tuesday. It's hard to keep track. I confuse which days we need to do which Zoom meetings. Last week, we missed a morning gymnastics Zoom. Today, we missed Dom's class Zoom. This is one of my biggest struggles recently: tracking my kids' online appointments. It's an odd problem to have. I keep track …

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Earthquakes and pandemics and bears, oh my

There's so much time for thinking these days. Too much. It can spiral. In the wrong way. I haven't had problems with that for a long time, though. I was mentally strong. But the world today is upside down. So I'm going to keep track of it. I haven't used this blog for a long …

Love is a sacrifice

We talked about Genesis 22 in Sunday School at church today: a familiar Bible story of God commanding Abraham to sacrifice Isaac. If you grew up in the LDS Church, this lesson is typically the same: you talk about how Abraham waited decades for this son; how God had promised him seed, numbering as great …

When an Archbishop wonders about God, it’s the doubt of the century

I am a professional writer. There. I said it. I really, truly, am paid for my writing. You may be stunned, too, because who gets paid for their hobby? This girl! I remember, years ago, telling a boss at work that getting a degree in technical writing was hopefully setting me up for one day …

Today’s win over anxiety

Dom is a Sunbeam: the youngest class of kids in Primary at church. He's had the opportunity to share a scripture and a turn to say a prayer. All the kids take turns with these things and the adults sitting with the classes quietly laugh when the little kids muddle up words like the time …

We traveled with two small children and lived to tell about it

We just returned from a week in Texas. We swam in the Gulf. We played in the sand. We ate Mexican, BBQ, and burgers. We visited friends and family. And we managed all of this with two small children. Oh, and there was that part about spending a full day traveling to get down there …

Behold the beauty of the FEASTMASTER

When we purchased our home two years ago, there was this random patio in the backyard that the previous owners didn't seem to use for things other than random-crap-from-the-yard-and-house. Nathan "hired" the Young Men from our Salt Lake ward to clear out the things left behind. They devoured their pizza dinner. In that patio was …

Sending mixed messages about kindness

“Are you being kind and gentle?” I ask Dom this question often. I ask it every time he is within the same breathing area as Pogi. That cat may allow Dom to do whatever, but then that means Dom does whatever. Poor cat. I also ask Dom if he’s being kind and gentle with his …

thinking about mother-daughter relationships

Ever since I was little, I imagined myself as a mother of sons. I suppose growing up with 5 brothers and only one sister played into this. Perhaps it was influenced by my tomboy leanings, my love of sports, and my preference for playing with GIJoes over Barbie's (though I had both). Whatever the reason, …

Mr. Silverstein and me

I met Maestro Joseph Silverstein when I was 9 years old. His bushy eyebrows were my favorite feature of his although his sideburns were close runners up. I remember eating a turkey sandwich at the photo shoot. I remember wondering what he was going to eat because he was Jewish and I didn't know what …