Since When Am I A Grown Up?
Late 1980’s I’m freshly, garishly dressed, having spent most of my Saturday morning watching the latest music clips on Rage. The inspiration is obvious. My hair is teased at least a hand’s height above my head, I’m still trying to unstick my eyelashes from the deluge of hairspray I’ve used and my outfit is red [...]
Not long on longevity
I flipped the TV on as I pulled clean sheets onto my bed. The man on the screen explained the antioxidant powers of fruits and vegetables. He demonstrated how to make this broccoli, pepper, apple, banana (with peel) juice he drank daily and swore allegiance to a diet with no saturated fat—all necessary to ensure [...]
Like Grandma
My grandma has always been a sun that pulled everyone else into her orbit. Bright and brilliant, gifted and glamorous, I grew up hearing stories of how she began playing Chopin as a girl, soloed with the Utah Symphony in high school, and went on to become a professional musician and teacher. She was also [...]
Time
In honor of Father’s Day, we bring you a post by guest Jennifer Wunderlich. Beyond composing grocery lists and the occasional “Thank You” card, Jennifer is a novice to writing. But oh! How she loves it! Married to her sweet husband of 16 years, together they own a sign and graphics company and try to [...]
What a Difference 30 Years Makes
First time blogger Heather Bennion Judd shares her recent “tough day” cathartic writing at the coaxing of a friend. Not the B.A. in English from BYU, but rather the small stack of short stories, poetry and essays that she’s written since the 4th grade should have been a clue that this day of virtual “publication” [...]
From the Inside Looking Out
I never thought about it happening on a play date. My new-found friend and I had spent a delightful day making bread, mixing soup and baking cookies. While the kids played happily, we talked about art, literature, church, friends and living providently while we swapped funny stories and checked on the kids. We talked [...]
Beauty In The Age Of Plastics
I didn’t have many Barbies growing up. The ones I did have were gifts from friends at birthday parties because my mother was never especially keen on Barbie’s exaggerated, oversexed proportions (part of my parents larger plan to do their darndest to teach me to fill my head more than my closet). As a mother of all boys, [...]








