It is Saturday, and in a few hours darkness will pull its shadowy blanket up the side of the mountain. Come morning, light will…
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Today my parents celebrate their 41st anniversary. When they married, they married because their paths crossed in a Manhattan chapel while my Dad was…
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I’m about ready to wave my tattered, white flag and surrender. I think it’s time to cry uncle and give it up for these…
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This dirt road winds through some of Utah’s oldest ranch country. It’s a road I’m becoming more familiar with. A road that was washed…
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Sometimes I want to shout it from the rooftops. Or from a bright red vintage fire truck. Now that’s style…
Life is good!
And when we’re…
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I can feel it slipping away. And I’m not ready. This season of babies – of carting one or more on my hip. Eliza…
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Doug started working late nights and Saturdays this week. After our trip to Southern Utah (the first with all five kids), losing him was…