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Bless My Palpitating Heart

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

Bless My Palpitating Heart

Cover Art for “Leaves from a Mislaid Album” by Edward Gorey: Gotham Book Mart, 1972

When I first felt “called” to join the Church decades ago, I –  a Midwesterner – was a freshman at an Ivy League college. I was already a devoted Christian regularly reading the scriptures and intent on walking Christ’s path. My first LDS Sunday School teacher was a C.S. Lewis scholar and the perfect segue for me to feel confirmed that this new place was fertile soil. My earliest Church experiences were in university wards under the pastoral care of some of the best, brightest, and most committed LDS people one could find. I didn’t yet know that Primary was a thing. I wasn’t quite sure what “Relief Society” was, but I learned to love it.

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Heck Is Other People

By Karen Austin

I have started to rejoin society now that cases, hospitalizations, and deaths due to COVID-19 have plummet in my region. However, I am still adjusting to being around people. After spending several months primarily with just two other people, I find that I am a bit overstimulated by crowds.  Also, studying history and reading the …

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A Few Of My Favorite Things. Or Not.

By Brooke Benton

Recently our Relief Society had a meeting that highlighted people’s “favorites.” I didn’t go because my favorite right now is getting my kids to bed and then going to bed myself to enjoy uninterrupted quiet and a spot of solitude before drifting away to blissful dreams of tropical shorelines and tan limbs. (Or something like that.)

But I contemplated going (which is almost as good as going) (SAYS ME) and because I did, I started to try and think what I would bring that was my favorite. Sadly, this task took a surprising amount of dedicated brainpower, and as I scoured the far recesses of wherever the want and comfort center resides in this ol’ body of mine, I couldn’t immediately cull up anything that I loved enough to set upon a table and make declarations of love for.

Except for my six-year-old.

(KIDDING. I TOTALLY DON’T HAVE A FAVORITE.)

(Maybe.)

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