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Here’s what we need to just get out of the way: My writing is crap. Also, if another child gets out of bed to tell me something “important,” I may actually start crying. REAL tears. It’s not that I don’t want to listen to them tell me their importants, but I don’t really want to [...]

Juxtapose

A slide show through my December would consist of a mad-fast jumble of contrasts. Twenty crazed minutes mid-Saturday inside a crowded Walmart in Portland, Oregon, accompanied by overloud, carnival-toned Christmas songs. A quiet, tearful hour or two curled up next to my frail and ailing–to be honest, dying–95-year-old grandmother. Faces against windows, pressed closer to [...]

NYC Marathon: A Story of Finishing and New Beginnings

First weekend in November is a big deal for Marathoners from all over the world. It’s the ING New York City Marathon. After living in the city for a couple of years, becoming a runner, undertaking a marathon elsewhere and loving it, I decided I wanted to be a part of one of the biggest [...]

Free Fall

We were in Mexico. We wore swimsuits only and climbed a winding path holding hands and laughing. It was warm and thick humidity hung in the air around us, a third character in the vignette. We were giddy and nervous and excited, because we were almost there: the edge of a cliff over water. The [...]

Curing Christmas Craziness

December 1st: to me it’s the day that the Christmas season really gets under way. Today I am regretting buying the Advent Calendar with all sorts of little cubbies that require filling every year. Why didn’t I just stick with the chocolate advent calendars? They’re so easy! My social calendar is already filling up with [...]

This was not in the brochure

The other day I was wandering the aisles of Costco somewhat aimlessly when all of a sudden I was stopped in my tracks. I looked before me and saw something I’d seen a dozen times, but never quite in the same way. Instead of just seeing the moment simply for what it was, I saw [...]

Silky shorts and other horrors

My 14-year-old son has a pair of bright orange silky shorts. I loathe silky basketball shorts. I’m sure I must have bought them for him because I buy all his clothes. But what was I thinking? Was I so exasperated with clothes shopping that I just said “fine” when he waved them in front of [...]

What He Sees

I love people watching and have convinced myself that I’m a pro: my sunglasses hiding the direction of my gaze or the incognito peering from behind the pages of an uninteresting library find. Inevitably the words hold little sway to the treasures of humanity beyond the pages and the assurance of real, live social graces [...]

What Are You Wearing?

Last Friday after work, I stopped at the shops to grab some groceries. Before I even entered the centre, two strangers had nodded at me as they walked past. I can’t remember ever seeing them before in my life, I wouldn’t be able to identify them now, but I know why they acknowledged me – [...]

Shakespeare, Stumped, and Star-Crossed

(I want to apologize that I am posting about the same blog topic two days in a row. I wrote this post a couple of days ago and just found Rosalyn’s lovely post when I went to put this up. Maybe we need to discuss the topic some more. I really appreciated anon’s comment from [...]

VT: Bane of my existence? Or blessing my life one plate of cookies at a time?

I ignored the telephone call three times. My answer to the call being along the lines of “of-course-I-haven’t-done-my-visiting-teaching, sister so and so!” And if I actually pick up the phone at this point, your kindness will make me feel bad and I will offer some excuse about how my energy feels low and you will [...]

Slipping Through the Cracks

As I listened to my ward’s seminary graduates speak in sacrament meeting a couple of weeks ago, I found my throat swollen with emotion and an unexpected love fill my heart for all the sudden girl/women who bore testimony boldly (or nonchalantly or emotionally or monotone) and who thanked their parents and teachers with an [...]

Buyer Be Noir

Buyer Be Noir By Linda Hoffman Kimball   It was a dark and stormy afternoon. The Massachusetts air hung low and dense, tinged with the scent of the sea and punctuated occasionally by the brutal screams of sea gulls. Thunder rolled and the wipers beat, beat, beat their ominous tattoo on my rental car’s windshield. [...]

It Was Good

Night begins to encroach upon the edges of my windows, and the slackening sun is orange and dull, but the front room is illuminated in its entire Lego-spilled splendor. And I am searching for a pacifier for the baby. He is clean and warm, in fresh jammies—extra soft from hand-me-down wear and the recent dryer—and [...]

The Saturday-Sunday Phone Phobia

I can’t be the only one who fears phone calls on Saturdays and Sunday mornings. You know the feeling: it’s Saturday evening, a phone number you don’t recognize crosses your caller ID. Is it time to sub for those Sunbeams? Mentally wrestle with a bunch of teenagers? Or, horrors, will you be giving a last [...]

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