Winds of Change that Change Nothing

Winds of Change that Change Nothing

 Photo attribution: here I am feeling the winds of change here at The Weed. But that’s nothing new. I feel the winds of change over here regularly. And then I write about those winds of change, becoming all meta, and then 80% of the time, nothing actually...
At the outset of a really big year…

At the outset of a really big year…

This year feels big to me. I’m halfway through being 35. Maybe that’s why. If there is any youth in me left, I feel like it’s about to eked out in the next few years, like the last blobs of toothpaste in an almost empty tube. I still look almost...

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...