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Drenched…with Joy?

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

Drenched … with Joy?

Yesterday it snowed for the first time this winter season. Yep. We go from summer to winter without a whole lot in between. Thankfully, the snow melted when it was 6 or so inches from the ground so nothing stuck. It’s just a matter of time. We live at 8300 ft. adjacent to the Uintah National Forest in the desert state of Utah. Seasons here are (more or less) 5 months of winter, 4 months of mud and 3 months of exquisite spr’/’ummer/’all. As a native of the Prairie State of Illinois, I’m still not used to this.

Another issue we face in our mountain home is that for the past year, every time it rains or snows, we get water dripping into our family room. Above the family room is a deck with a trough that is supposed to shuttle water (or as they call it out here “moisture”) to the gutter and down to the ground. To mitigate all the problems with your house, you can see this here and find the most quality and professional home repair services.

Something has gone wrong.

Our past efforts (changing the pitch of the deck/rerouting the gutters/adding extra waterproofing to the deck surface) have failed. People can check out the best roofing services in Spearfish, SD, for waterproof roofing systems. This means that in our family room we have a bright yellow bucket surrounded by towels propped up like a permanent fixture along with the comfy chairs and a good snooze-able couch. That bucket throws off the entire fung shui of the place.

Today is the first day of our late$t attempt at fixing this problem for good.

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Perceiving

By Megan Wilcox Goates

My doctor occasionally asks me about my exercise patterns. The occupational therapist and I frequently discuss my seven-year-old’s behavior patterns. The internet keeps an eye on my online shopping patterns, and then floods me with ads for (currently) swimsuits and YA fiction. My phone keeps a tally of my screen-time patterns (which I don’t want …

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The Story of My Life

By Megan Wilcox Goates

Musing on the topic of “Why I Write” feels a little indulgent, as not everyone writes or even necessarily cares why I write. Hear me out. I, obviously, love writers and reading about their processes. I AM a writer. I teach writing. I read books (particularly memoirs) LIKE IT’S MY JOB. But waxing prosaic about …

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The Ritual of Worship

By Jennie LaFortune

It was like clockwork. Every Sunday as I turned left and drove down the street to go to church, the couple would be walking up the street to attend their own ward. See, it’s Utah and sometimes there literally is a chapel on every corner. The first time I noticed them, my face relaxed with …

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Interview with Fiona Givens

By Sandra Clark

Fiona Givens was born in Nairobi, Kenya, educated in British convent schools, and converted to the LDS church in Frankfurt am Main. She earned degrees in French, German, and in European History while co-raising six children. Fiona has worked as a lobbyist, a translator, and as chair of a French language program. She is a …

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Artist Interview with Ashley Mae Hoiland

By Sandra Clark

 Segullah: What are your sources of inspiration? Ashmae: In my art, I am inspired by process, by working through a thought or problem in image, symbol, metaphor and color. I am inspired by the incredible artists around me, both physically and what I have access to on the internet. As a mormon, I feel especially …

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Guest Post: Sneaky Satan Tree Root

Satan is tricky. And a stinkhead. And a deft manipulator. He can take a good thing and twist it into harm. In fact, it’s because of that old trickster that King Benjamin’s admonition to “watch yourselves”¹ has taken on new meaning to me.  I used to think it was a “Watch it!” kind of watching; …

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Christmas Rejoicing versus Christmas Discouragement

By Catherine Pavia

Christmas was always my favorite holiday when I was a child. And not just for the obvious reason. It was more than the presents; it was the general sense of goodness in the world around me—from the Christmas music to the Salvation Army bell ringers, the carolers to our own little acts of service around …

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A New Green Birth

By Julie Nelson

We scatter seeds in rows of statued stone marked with names and planting year. Encased in sleek shell, the earth cool upon their necks, the seeds sleep through seasons of light and dark, eyes pallid as the moon. God sees His seed, waiting to be warmed by the Sun. Buds uncurl under fingertips drumming thunder, …

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A New Green Birth

By Julie Nelson

We scatter seeds in rows of statued stone marked with names and planting year. Encased in sleek shell, the earth cool upon their necks, the seeds sleep through seasons of light and dark, eyes pallid as the moon. God sees His seed, waiting to be warmed by the Sun. Buds uncurl under fingertips drumming thunder, …

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