Birthday

This is another sad post about my mom. Today’s her birthday. BTW, I have another post I’m working on about my trip to Rexburg, which was a really great experience. But before I finish that, I felt the desire to post what I wrote on my Mom’s Facebook...

Strange, the things that bring out the grief.

A sentence, transcribing my mom’s journal. She says “I’m going to miss Relief Society, but I’ll be back soon enough. . .” She is 25. I’ve just been born. She has been called to be in Primary, and she is excited to be working with...
Sometimes Saints Swear

Sometimes Saints Swear

Hey! I’m posting again like the champion blogger that I was always destined to be. YAY!!!!! I have a few things to post in response to my last entry, because apparently I can’t blog about anything except blogging itself. That’s how the professionals...
This is a post I wrote in the middle of the night.

This is a post I wrote in the middle of the night.

And then I woke up and read it and it amused me. So here you go! So, I haven’t posted for four months, and I just got word that my advertisers are like “listen, we’re good.” And I was like like “what do you mean?” and they were like...
Lots of things feel full circle (Alexa Joyce Weed)

Lots of things feel full circle (Alexa Joyce Weed)

In May of 2006, we had our first baby. Anna. She was tiny. Now, in May of 2015, we have had what we know to be our last baby. Alexa. She, too, is tiny. And I mean tiny. Hi. I’m Alexa Joyce. One of the smallest humans on this planet. Just like Anna, she was a...