Christmas stories around the tree have become a favorite tradition. We push bedtime back a bit, pull out a book or two, and everyone…
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These stanzas from an unknown poet, circa 15th century, have been a comfort to me the last couple weeks.
Lo, in the silent night
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What do you do when the earth crumbles beneath you – when the future you planned for disintegrates and you are shoved onto a…
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Salt Lake Sky Thanksgiving Eve. November 21st, 2012.
“See beauty and we know it in the marrow, even if we have no words for it: Someone…
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In a few minutes my dearest friend on earth, kindred soul of my youth, will welcome twin boys into the world. I can think…
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My friend Alex described the following scenario as “whiplash.”
Saturday we were here.
Hard to believe. Still pinching myself. But there we were, just me and…
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 I love this photo, the perspective of it, the energy rising out of it. It reminds me of Halloween evenings when I was a…
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My siblings and I grew up on bits and pieces of poetry my Dad had memorized. We loved his proverbs, his pithy sayings, his…
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When brown pants man (that’s what we called our UPS carrier when we were little) came walking up our driveway with a box on…
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We zip zippers and close car doors. Spencer reaches for me to hold him as we walk the busy road to the trailhead. It’s…
