atypically ordinary

My desert garden needs a touch of personality. I'll make dinosaurs, fun for my kids to look at, and superglue them to the rocks o...

The baby is sleeping. The morning is aging. I should be out of bed, but warmth and comfort live under the covers. My body curls around h...

My mother loves people the way people love chocolate or kittens or movie theaters. She smiles, meets their eyes, learns their names, ...

In our family scriptures, we are reading Moroni chapter 9, easily the most disturbing chapter in the Book of Mormon. Nevertheless, this less...

I don't know how you feel. I have no words that will fix everything but I can tell you how I feel. Grief is a hole ripped out...

On Sunday I listened to a talk on being grateful in the midst of trials . President Uchdorf of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Sain...

A friend of mine told me that she had considered asking me to talk to her second graders about writing, but decided against it because I wri...