Around five in the evening on Sunday, I happened to look across the kitchen to our sliding glass door– which was perfectly framing a…
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Golden Sun, Setting Through a Snow Storm
On Sunday evening, Bryson, the kids and I got in the car to drive to my in-laws’ home…
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At the Ragnar Wasatch Back finish line in 2009
I’ve been thinking a lot about endurance this year.
You see, to be completely honest it’s been…
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Really, I had everything all figured out.
After a long and arduous pregnancy, I was fairly certain how our little boy’s delivery was going to…
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The days and nights with a small newborn are a dichotomy between pure bliss and extreme endurance. I find myself always trying to hold…
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Slightly eccentric confession:
I just so happen to love ducks.
Seriously. Love them.I think my adoration originates with some of my earliest memories– venturing out with…
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When your childhood and youth are spent living a somewhat charmed existence, often the darker and uglier side of life isn’t even on your…
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Reilly with the stuffed bear she received from the hospital.
Her resonant cries brought silent echoes of my own.
Trying to be the strong reassuring mommy… -
This past fall, our family spent several days exploring Bryce Canyon. Traipsing about the various hiking trails with four small children in tow, we…
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My firstborn is a bit of a challenge.
Half sweetness and compassion and the other half stubbornness and intensity, each day never fails to present…