Putting some heart in it
I am a personal person. I REALLY like personal things. I like giving little bits of myself to other people, and I love when other people give parts of themselves to me. I love things that are homemade. This takes on a lot of forms. I have one friend who brings me after-church treats. As [...]
The Perfect Present
One Christmas, when I was a gappy-toothed, precocious firecracker of a eight year old, I received every single present I asked for. I remember how just weeks from Christmas I told my aunts the list of things I wished for on a family walk, how the day’s summer-heated glare was finally smudging into cooler dusk, [...]
a good giver of gifts
You read Melissa’s goodbye post? I did that yesterday– drove down to BYU with my oldest son and cried through the whole process of moving him into Heritage Halls, filling his kitchen shelves and coming home to a dinner table where his seat sat empty. And today I’m weary and overwhelmed with the work I [...]
All Good Things
When I was a teenager, things were pretty black and white. Good was good, bad was bad, and I thought I could tell the difference between the two. One of the things I categorically defined as “bad” was LDS pop music (this was the late eighties, so cut me some slack). It bothered me when [...]
The Spirit of 6 Year Old Giving
I was six. My mother wrote on the fold-over envelope all the names of the members our family, tucked the $5 bill inside the envelope, and closed the pouch. I hurriedly zipped it into my purple backpack alongside my pink My Little Pony lunch box. My blond pig tails bounced as I skipped out for the bus. This was to be my first [...]
My Father’s Daughter
I remember when I first discovered my dad’s love of poetry. I was struggling with my homework, voicing my frustration with audible groans and sighs. “What are you working on?” he asked. “Analyzing poems for English,” I grumbled. “Which one?” “‘Thanatopsis’,” I said, convinced that the title alone would elicit sympathy.








