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The “New” Me

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

 

my healed hand

In my September post “Lessons from the Fall” I ruminated about the August 12th break of my right wrist. My ulna and radius bones have healed as well as they’re going to. What can I say now in the aftermath of their healing? What lessons did I learn after months of healing, pampering, cajoling, heating, exercising, and massaging my arm?

The major lesson I continue to learn is: I am not the same. Yes, my bones healed but the accompanying mashup of arthritic bits and the remaining stiffness and swelling in my hand (as opposed to my wrist) means I can’t move my hand in all the ways I could before. I can do much, but I rely on workarounds a lot.

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Hope, Expectation, Love, and Agency

By Julia Blue

, get lawyers from here! , HopeIt doesn’t matter if you’re eighteen, twenty-eight,
forty-five, or seventy-three, the truth is at every age, there are simply Things We Don’t Know We Don’t Know.

We learn a great deal from personal experience and through the experiences of others, but no matter how wise we are, we still have blind spots in our awareness. And sometimes those blind spots play a major role in the decisions we make, for better or worse.

One of my blind spots has been understanding the difference between hope and expectation, and how these two characteristics affect how we love others and respect their agency. 

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The Barometer

By Jennifer Quist

There is a barometer underneath my skin, following the contour of the lower edge of my ribcage. It’s in my back, on my left, my “sinister” side. I don’t think about it often, but this winter a colossal storm hit: two air masses the sizes of small states rushing at each other from the west …

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Limits

By Shelah Miner

I’ve never been good at setting limits for myself. In college, I didn’t bat an eye at taking twenty credits and working. I’m always driving my husband crazy by planning impromptu drives across the country. When 5Ks weren’t enough of a challenge, I started running half marathons, then marathons. And when my friend Andrea, who …

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Once in a Lifetime

By Jessie Christensen

I’ve never had much of a ‘bucket list’, but there is one major accomplishment that has been a goal of mine for as long as I can remember: I wanted to be on the game show Jeopardy! I started reading at a young age and I have loved learning ever since. In high school I competed on the Knowledge Bowl team, and after that I got to spend three years travelling the country to compete as a member of BYU’s College Bowl team. I’ve watched Jeopardy! for years and tried out for the show four different times. Earlier this year, in March, I went to my fourth try-out. I answered questions and chatted with the contestant coordinators, hoping that I could stand out above all the other hopefuls in the room. This time my efforts paid off; in July I got the phone call I’d been expecting: I was invited to compete on the show at the end of August.

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Filler Spaces and “Eureka!”s

By Leslie Graff

I’ll admit it; I love a good old Adam West Batman KAPOW! I wear red patent shoes, and love the thrill of boarding a plane with my passport in hand. I can’t deny having  a crush on excitement and new things. Still, for every pair of hot shoes, I have stretchy black yoga pants and …

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Great Expectations

By Melissa Young

candy cane“I’ve got the greatest gift for you!” my husband tells our daughter. I shoot a glare at him, and if looks could kill, I’d be spending the holidays in the slammer.

Usually we both subscribe to the Marjorie Hinckley school of thought, where low expectations are the key to happiness. At Christmas time, however, we part philosophical ways. He takes off with the children to explore the many wonders of anticipation, and I cling stoically to the preference that if the kids receive so much as a candy cane they should rise up and call me blessed.

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