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Parallax

By Lara Niedermeyer

—an apparent difference in the position of an object when viewed along different lines of sight I cannot see the end clearly. The damp— sweat or melting ice, I am not sure— slips, slides, across the map and bleeds the print, and makes the whorls restless, the destination unresolved. Those photographic moments, those stock-still postcards …

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Lessons from the Monster-In-Law

By Kellie Purcill

i have learned - kahlil gibran

I had an entirely different post percolating, when my lanky Lurch said from the kitchen “Hey Mum….”  Long, hard-won experience has told me that NOW was when I had to turn from my computer, my deadline, my headphones and listen. Listen, and ease into the conversational tempo that best works for my son… like a calm ocean strolling onto a deserted beach. Unhurried, considered, and deep.  I, of course, am naturally more like the toddler shrieking and bouncing at the waves coming to kiss my feet, or like the shark telling itself it’s going to nibble off just a little toe…

Turns out, a question I asked more than an hour previously had soaked in, and he was ready to share.  Turns out, it involved feelings, and relationship potential with someone, and rules that her parents have in place, and his request that I more clearly define my rules and expectations on the subject.

Somehow I managed not to stomp my foot and boom “NOT UNTIL YOU’RE THIRTY!” As much as it galls me, I have my monster-in-law to thank for  attribute that to a significant degree.  Know, right from the start, I don’t use the term lightly – she was incredibly awful to me for over a decade. She’s now my EX monster-in-law, but I’ve been thinking of her as my oldest has grown ever closer to legal adulthood, and closer to girls he’s not related to. 

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Parallax

By Lara Niedermeyer

—an apparent difference in the position of an object when viewed along different lines of sight I cannot see the end clearly. The damp— sweat or melting ice, I am not sure— slips, slides, across the map and bleeds the print, and makes the whorls restless, the destination unresolved. Those photographic moments, those stock-still postcards …

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On Good Gifts

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

This isn’t from Zulily. It’s from lollipopmoon.com. But it’s on sale!

I am a Zulily addict. It’s a great bargain place online for people who like nothing better than buying cool stuff for their kids or grandkids at great prices. So far the recipients of my addiction are my 17-month-old granddaughter Maddie Ingersoll and my soon-to-arrive “Baby Boy Bennett Kimball” due in November.

I figure while they’re still so young (or “pre-young” in my grandson’s case) and are compliant enough to wear whatever clothing their parents put them in, I will have some fun. Before long they will have preferences, and I’ll need good tips on what will suit their interests from their parents who know them.

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This Time Next Year

By Kellie Purcill

This evening, I’m pulling down all the Christmas decorations. Our baby Christmas tree will be casually folded then cheerfully shoved until it (mostly) fits in the box it came in. The decorations will be jiggled carefully into their special container, the cards decking our windows put in the recycling bin, and the last of the tinsel will be swept up and away. At my place tonight, Christmas will be over, and we’ll be getting ready for “the next big thing”.

The big event is fast approaching, bringing much noise, chaos and dancing (and unheard pleas for quiet) – the long awaited, much anticipated celebration, which happens to be my baby’s tenth birthday. I’m not excited about it at all.

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Jumping Into Change… or Not

By Kellie Purcill

For some time now, I’ve known that change is coming. I’ve been told in prayer, in conference talks, in myriad different ways that life is going to change, yet – once again – I was standing without any defining details or factual flares to light my path. Then, in the course of a week, the Lord …

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I Can See Clearly – About YOUR Life

By Kellie Purcill

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of spending three whole days with my best mate Tasha. We were both free of parental duties for the duration, and planned in advance what we were going to do: whatever we wanted, whenever the whim whacked us to do so. While she was here, we managed to eat an incredible amount of (sensational) chocolate, watched (multiple) movies, ate out at several restaurants (without children!), talked practically non-stop (with the exceptions of the previous points) and very nearly laughed our faces off.

On the last night the wet-season’s first tropical storm rolled in and as we listened to the rain lullaby the night, our conversation yet again returned to what was concerning us in our own lives, and how it could all possibly be resolved. The rain drummed harder, the air slowly cooled, and the answers became clearer.

Just not to ourselves.

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Wanted – Granting of One (Itty-bitty) Wish

By Kellie Purcill

A money tree would be nice to have. A dragon would be pretty fun too. I’m not sure about a genuinely magic eight ball, though, because I tend to lose those sorts of smaller things. But you know what I would REALLY like, if a wish was to be granted?

I would like a list of dates when significant things are going to happen. An advance notice sent special delivery – no angels required, though really, who wouldn’t mind meeting one? A lovely note to read that considerately includes photos, video clips, or teaser trailers of my potential, possible life. Why not? What would it hurt?

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A Catalog of Hopes and Sins

By Kellie Purcill

Some things I hope are true:

1. That I will always have my sense of humor.
2. That when I visit America, my Australian accent will be happily accepted and understood.
3. That my divorce will help my sons have stronger marriages.

Divorce messes with your head. I have spent a depressing chunk of the past two years looking back on the past 13 years of my life, trying to work out just how this steaming mess of effluent ended up all over me. For most of the first six months after separation, I couldn’t even trust that I would make it through each day – I just prayed fervently that I would, because my sons needed me, because I was the only parent left, because I wanted to be able to function for them, but had no idea how I was going to do so.

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When I grow up I want to be a…

By Leslie Graff

jobsdoctor, lawyer, fireman, teacher?

When you ask kids what they want to be when they grow up you get one of those 4 answers.

When I ask the missionaries that revolve in and out of my house for dinner, at least 50% give me the “I have no idea” line. Occasionally, I am impressed at some of the answers, like an Elder we had recently who was very passionate about ceramic arts.  But, I also get some kind of comical responses like the Elder who said he would really like a job that “worked with the whole economy”.  Trying to politely suppress a chuckle, I pursued it a little, wondering if indeed the next fed Chairman was really sitting at my dinner table, and asked if he enjoyed statistics and math, he responded with an emphatic no, he hated those subjects. Obviously, he had never shared his “plan” with any career advising adult.

I bit my lip and shoved a forkful of enchilada in my mouth to keep from launching into a passionate diatribe on the travesty which is young adult educational/career preparation in our society. (My stern motherly advice to my sons is before you go a mission you will have a good line you tell people when they ask this question at dinner appointments so it doesn’t seem like you went on a mission because you didn’t know what else to do).

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