“I’m such a jerk.” I said that to myself a week or so ago as I strapped my seat belt under my gargantuan almost-8-month pregnant belly, let out a tired moan, and replayed what I had said to him in the bathroom mirror that morning as he buttoned his work shirt. I was in a … More My husband married a jerk.
It’s still my least-favorite holiday. Probably because no matter how far you come or how things change, you tend to remember. All of it. This last weekend was our baby shower. Our house was filled to overflowing with over fifty family and friends who came to celebrate our baby boy with gifts, food, decorations, laughter, … More To the one who dreads Mother’s Day
I have sat in the empty tomb before. I think we all have in some way or another. We’ve approached where we think He is–where we think help is, or comfort is, or wisdom. And we come up empty. Sometimes–He just isn’t there. I saw this piece of artwork today and it stopped me in … More I’ve also cried at an empty tomb
It was my fault when it really comes down to it. I opened my mouth–again. Or should I say I opened my virtual mouth, seeing as how it all took place on a blog thread. My comment was short–not at all confrontational–and yet it set a fire. And it reminded me of a world I … More Sorry, but Christ doesn’t just want me to be a mother.
I was miserable for too long. I know that now. I regret it. When asked about their greatest regrets, a lot of people say, “I wouldn’t change a thing”. But I would. I would change being miserable. Because I know now that I wasn’t a victim of circumstance. I made myself miserable by doing just … More This is why you’re so miserable
Just two days ago I woke up to the news that the president and prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints had died at the age of 90. Still lying in bed I scrolled through the articles and the stories to seek more information, saddened by the news. And then I stumbled … More A goodbye to Thomas S. Monson: From a former Mormon
I was in the restroom at my office when I saw the two blue lines. I stared at the lines, two very dark ones at that, and felt a knot in my throat as I said in a loud whisper: “Really, God?” And it was true. After all the waiting–here you are. Just a poof … More Be a better man: A letter to my son
I hesitate as I begin this post, finding myself hovering over the keys very carefully. Thoughtfully. I don’t want to be presumptuous. I don’t want to come across as having figured everything out, when in fact, I am often behind the curve on figuring things out. If anything, in my grand search for the right … More Here’s to the “1 percent”
My grandma was married 8 times. EIGHT. She was like the Elizabeth Taylor of my family. I love her more than I can say, don’t get me wrong. But a memory that still makes me chuckle is her imploring us grand kids to never get married. Growing up I always heard the cliche phrase repeated … More If marriage is hard, you’re doing it wrong.
I’ve always loved football. Not in an obsessed, win-every-fantasy-football-draft kind of way–but in a way that reminds me of hot wings, time with my dad growing up with a bowl of chips and green and blue jerseys, and now cheering and high-fiving and cuddling on the couch with my husband watching the same team. The … More This is why I stand while you kneel
