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Fae Ellsworth lives in Virgin, Utah, in the shadow of Zion National Park in a house she and her late husband, sculptor, Brent Gehring, built with their hands. She was born in Berkeley California into a bookish family. She was an English major at Brigham Young University and at age 50 returned to the ‘Y’ …

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Prose Contest Winner

Featured image: Linda Hoffman Kimball’s, “Zion’s Bright Trio”   First Place Prose   Life After Death  by Christy Crowe Hughes   It should have been a dream come true, and in a way it was. Three years ago I found myself at what my sons agree is the best place on earth: Disneyland. Friends had …

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The Quitter

By Sandra Clark

I let my daughter do that thing that I swore I WOULDN’T do. Hot tip to younger parents- promise nothing- you’re going to spend a lot of time eating so many of vows. I let her quit piano. After years of playing while visibly and vocally and powerfully sharing her displeasure with everyone in the …

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Review of TITANIA IN YELLOW by Dayna Patterson

By Melonie Cannon

If you need some warm color in the middle of this cold, dark winter, open the small poetry collection Titania in Yellow by Dayna Patterson. She is a master of weaving themes and language. The theme of this book is Shakespeare. Familiarity with A Midsummer Night’s Dream, As You Like It or the Merry Wives …

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We Are Never, Ever, Ever Gonna Get a Pet (er)

By Emily Milner

I find myself drawn to pictures of puppies lately. My friends get puppies and post pictures of them on social media. I show the pictures to my husband and tell him that we also need a dog, something small and furry and cute. I do this mostly to tease him, because he is firmly in camp We Are Not Getting a Dog, What Are You, Crazy? Which is where I have been most of my life, until the last few months where it seems like everyone and their dog happens to be getting a dog.

I did not grow up with dogs,* and I have never had a pet I took personal responsibility for except an ill-fated goldfish. One time I took an online survey called “which pet would be best for your family?” It was a pretty thorough survey, not like a Buzzfeed “which dog breed are you,” but really in depth. The answer to the survey as noted by some experts vets serving Seattle, WA was “Please do not get a pet.” In other words, you are only just barely taking care of yourselves, and for the love of PETA, don’t bring another living thing into your messy lives. People  can have a peek here for the best pet services.

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On Summer

By Jennie LaFortune

Summer has begun. And I’m determined to make the most of it. What does that mean? Well, it’s a question I am currently trying to ask myself. Is it a list of places to go? Sites to see? A hearty ritual of yoga and sunshine? Maybe it’s throwing caution to the wind and being spontaneous …

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Soccer Dad, Piano Mom

By Emily Milner

(Photo by Lukas from Pexels)

Every Saturday this May we watched our boys play soccer. We sat our sagging bottoms in the sagging seats of our lawn chairs and prepared to be charmed by the little boys chasing a ball. Seven-year-old knew enough to stay in a designated spot. He kicked the ball in the right direction the majority of the time. He had a couple of pretty good assists this year. Five-year-old landed on a team with three or four fantastic players, so his team consistently dominated. He was just along for the ride, not quite sure what was going on but enjoying running around and cheering for his team.

I found the entire season delightful, in part because I have zero athletic expectations of my children. It’s fun to watch them and if they are ever any good I’m thrilled for them. If their team is bad or they don’t play well I simply don’t care at all, except to the extent that they care. If they’re sad a post-game treat will usually cheer them up just fine.

My soccer mom attitude is in contrast to the father of one kid who played on an opposing team one game this year. We’ll call the kid Eric. Eric’s dad shouted instructions in Soccer Language to his kid, who clearly did not yet speak Soccer, following him around the field with demands about what he should be doing right then.

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Rethinking Eden: A Holy Becoming

By Terresa Wellborn

It was one of the rainiest springs ever recorded. We wanted to plant a huge garden this year but the flowers have folded in on themselves. Gardens planted by Mother’s Day are mouldering. At last the earth is wringing out after months of wet. Now my front bush is half dead, my backyard weedscape dense. …

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What I learned from my mother

By Terresa Wellborn

My mom’s atypical. We love to hear the story when she was thrown out of the BYU pool in the 1960’s for wearing a bikini. Scandalous! She loved wearing miniskirts, too. She sat barefoot at the feet of Peter, Paul, and Mary — I grew up singing “Lemon Tree” to my front yard lemon tree. …

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Timshel and the Art of Creative Captivity

By Terresa Wellborn

If I could collect all of the hours I’ve spent waiting at appointments and lessons over the years, I would be rich with time. Here are a few of the regular visits and necessary errands I attend with my family: Dentist appointments Orthodontist appointments PTA meetings & misc school functions Church meetings Dermatologist appointments ENT …

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