Sitting with Jesus at the Corner of Yin and Yang

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

Sitting with Jesus at the Corner of Yin and Yang by Linda Hoffman Kimball I have no personal ties to Uvalde, TX, but I’m a mother. I’m a human. I cried and cried and cried when I heard the news. I have lived long enough now to know that this will not be the last …

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Finding Balance: Staying Sure-Footed When Your World Wobbles

By Teresa Bruce

I’ve been toeing the line for several weeks now. Well, trying to. Since I hit my head last July, if I strode down a long sidewalk or store aisle, I found myself veering first toward one side and then the other. (I chalked it up to a subconscious tilt toward anything with chocolate or away …

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Creating Wholeness

By Megan Wilcox Goates

Do you consider yourself a creative person? I ask this sincerely, though I’m biased in my belief that all of us are born with creative gifts of one form or another. I’ve never liked the concept of talent shows because a) apparently I’m grumpy? And b) they favor the performing arts over every other myriad …

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By Megan Wilcox Goates

I’m back in physical therapy (“back” being the key word; it’s for my sore lower back and right hip). This is the most elderly-sounding thing I’ve ever written. I did therapy for a few months last winter wherein the PT guided me through the exercises and stretches I needed to do to bring my core …

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Passion: Finding Myself Again

By Jessie Christensen

Jessie_ShamuIt was pretty easy to describe myself when I was seven years old. Favorite animal? Whales. Favorite colors? Black and white, like Shamu. Favorite food? Shrimp, since that’s what whales eat. What did I want to be when I grow up? I wanted to be a marine biologist or I wanted to work at Sea World. For a few years I had wanted to either be a whale or marry one, but I think that by age seven I had figured out that this plan would not work. I spent most of my early childhood obsessed with whales; I read books about them and memorized facts about them that I shared with everyone, whether they wanted me to or not (did you know that killer whales are actually a type of dolphin?) We lived in Southern California for most of my childhood so I had plenty of opportunities to go to Sea World to visit my friend Shamu.

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Finding My Balance

By Andrea Rediske

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Please note: the opinions and experiences expressed in this blog post are my own and any statements I make about my personal experience with motherhood are not intended to invalidate or demean anyone else’s. We each have our own journey through life, and as women, we all have our own perspective on motherhood. This is mine.

To begin, I’m going to make two shocking statements: First, I don’t really like little kids. Second, I really hate crafts. There I said it. It’s not that I don’t appreciate little kids – they’re cute and all, and I really love mine, but…I’m not the person who asks to hold other people’s babies or who has a gift for engaging little ones. I certainly respect people who work with little kids. Preschool and Kindergarten teachers should be the highest paid professionals in the country. As for crafts? Hate really isn’t a strong enough word. I loathe all crafting activities. I have no skill for sewing, knitting, crocheting, painting, stenciling, or decoupage and I genuinely dislike doing it. I would rather teach the Krebs cycle than scrapbook. I’m just wired differently.

When I was in high school, one of my only options for making money was babysitting, but I quickly realized that childcare was not my arena of expertise. Playing with Barbies, trucks, Legos, playdough, singing songs, and making up games? Gouge-my-eyes-out-boring. I felt a desperate panic when I realized that I had to entertain the kids I was watching between dinner and bedtime. Taking care of infants was terrifying – they were tiny bundles of need and chaos. I could never discern what need hadn’t been met in order to quell the crying. But I needed the cash, so I did it. When I got a little older and had an opportunity to work in a lab as a high school intern, I fled the world of babysitting with relief. I loved the laboratory – it was clean, quiet, organized, and predictable. I was never required to be creative or engaging to diminutive humans. I was in my niche.

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Sharlee Glenn interviews Kerry Spencer

By Maralise Petersen

our contest winner holding her babyKerry Spencer is the winner of the 2005 Heather Campbell Essay Contest for her essay, When Life Begins. Kerry teaches writing at Brigham Young University. She grew up in California and now lives in Utah with her husband and two babies.

Segullah: Tell us a little about yourself. Where have you been, where are you now, and where do you hope to end up?

Kerry: Well, when I was in sixth grade I was 5’10”. That’s huge. But now I’m 6’0″ and hope to stay there.

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How Much Is Enough? A Discovery of Acceptable Offerings

By Felicia Hanosek

MY KIDS AND I WERE VISITING MY MOM when the call came. Her ashen face rounded the corner while the phone attached to her ear periodically barked information. The barking stopped momentarily, and Mom turned to us. “I think you’d better sit down,” she croaked. “Louie is being life-flighted to University of Utah medical center.” Louie, …

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