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Lessons from the Fall

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

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It’s been 4 weeks since I fell off an e-bike and broke my wrist. I believe the ER doctor, looking at the x-ray, used the words “crumbled parts”. He gave me some kind of nerve block, waited for it to take effect, then hoisted my right forearm arm, and squished it like playdough to manipulate the parts back (more or less) to their intended places.

With a prescription for serious pain meds, a splint, a sling, and a yellow foam contraption to protect my arm, my chauffeur/husband drove us back home.

Yes, this is my right wrist attached (less reliably right now) to my right (dominant) hand. As a writer, visual artist, and quilter, I have found putting those delights away for a season very challenging.

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Scary Edgar Allan Poe and Me: Super-Weird or Super-Power?

By Teresa Bruce

  After a recent rereading of spooky old classics, I reached a disturbing realization: Maybe Edgar Allan Poe’s scary, creepy characters aren’t as odd as he meant them to be. In “The Fall of the House of Usher,” Poe’s narrator describes Roderick as tortured by sounds — except for certain stringed instruments. If Mr. Usher …

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When Church Hurts: Why I’m Here

By Teresa Bruce

I fled the Relief Society room, hurt by the first prelude notes. Waiting outside the front door wasn’t far enough away. I sidestepped into the hallway, attempting to smile, grateful sunglasses hid my tears. Standing huddled with both hands covering my ears felt embarrassing enough. You can click to learn more and understand where I …

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When Life is Burning Down

By Kellie Purcill

Less than seventy-two hours after my husband told me he didn’t believe in God anymore, and that he also wanted a divorce, I sat on a pew at church and waited for the combined Relief Society/Priesthood class to start. Turns out, the lesson was about celestial – eternal – marriage. I lasted just under three …

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Blindsided but Blessed — Coping with Concussion and Compulsory Rest

By Teresa Bruce

July started with a bang, a flash, and a splash. Too bad they had nothing to do with July 4th fireworks. The first Monday of the month, I almost slept in.  But Doggie Dear, hearing my eyes open, appeared beside my bed and pleaded with silent optimism. With a sigh, I raised my head from the pillow …

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Hearing and Seeing in Front and Behind

By Teresa Bruce

The child in front of me faced backward in the pew, fidgeting like any preschooler might in the second half of Sacrament meeting. When the closing hymn’s introductory notes played, I watched the already unhappy little face droop in dismay, which I thought cute. But then the congregation sang, and dismay turned to distress. Tiny …

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Hominem Ex Machina

By Stephanie Wright

That feeling of helplessness. You know when you watch your baby sister, seemingly frozen in midair and about to skin her knee on the driveway? You’re too far away in your seat by the living room window, so you wish for God to cushion her fall with his mighty hand. That is the easiest kind …

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When We Love Someone Who Never Was

By Melonie Cannon

I dreamed I was in an open meadow with a blanket of wild flowers. The light from the distant sunset made them glow like colored sea anemones. I was walking through them carefully, not wanting to break a single stem, when a pain hit my heart. It was so strong I fell to my knees …

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Lessons from Easter Mourning

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

It’s hard to mourn on Easter Sunday. I sat last Sunday listening to General Conference hearing the story of the Greatest Consolation Ever, listening to alleluias, smelling lilies…with red eyes and a broken heart. The news of my dear friend (I’ll call him “Job”) and his out-of-nowhere tumor/sudden surgery/aggressive cancer/grim prognosis was fresh and raw. …

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Forgiveness Comes From Without

By Kellie Purcill

In one aspect of his life, my ex-husband is incredibly generous: he gives me countless opportunities to practice forgiveness. Time and repetition have not made forgiveness easier. If anything, my anger and disappointment have leaked into other areas of life, instead of immediately charring to blackened curls on the most recent act of stupidity. Leaked, …

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