I said in week one that the profound absence of my late husband felt like a lost limb–a phantom pain that was hard to explain at the time. The pain in the first few weeks and months is constantly exposed and magnified by every day actions. Things as simple as going to the bathroom, taking […]Read More I Don’t Know What To Tell You: Grief Week 3
The prophet Joseph Smith said that he felt worn and shaped like a rough stone rolling, with all the rough edges knocked off of him. I feel like that a lot – like a rock in a tumbler, with no control over who/what I hit in the process or where I will rebound. How strange […]Read More Rough Stone Rolling
You know what? I hated that anti pink aisle don’t put your girls in a girl box “girls” commercial — but let me tell you why… When people ask me about my childhood, where I fit in on the family tree among siblings, I almost always say–much to the chagrin of my father and my […]Read More My Father’s First Born Son
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Thee I Love Joshua had been wounded in the Civil War much more deeply than his splinted arm indicated. He wouldn’t lose his arm, the Army doctor had assured him of that, but he might have lost his soul. He was raised a good Quaker boy, his mother was even a Sunday Meeting Leader, and […]Read More Book of Mormon Stories (that my lover told to me)- Blurb
Sometimes art imitates life in ways that stay with us longer than reality. Mr. Smith Goes To Washington is an iconic film that even those who have not seen it have heard about. It’s a classic. A legend. Yet the phrase means something completely different to a member of the LDS Church who knows a […]Read More Mr. Smith Goes To Washington