I’m going to make an embarrassing confession: I’ve imagined all the ways I would find out I had won a Voices of The Year. They may have included a hairbrush and a practiced speech, because go big or go home. Others were a little more elaborate than I care to admit, but I have desperately
Before we left, I knew that I had to hug her. You should know, I’m not a hugger. However, it felt felt like the only appropriate way I could show how I felt. My best friend and her family had thrown my daughter an impromptu birthday party. Maybe it was the fact that I’d casually
Dear Teacher, I’ve heard that it’s appreciated when students come back later in life to express appreciation or gratitude for their teachers. I’ve personally had a couple of teachers in my own schooling career that left an incredible mark in my life, not just academically but for many personal reasons. Perhaps one day my son will come
To Those Mormons on Facebook, Hi. You know me from those threads about the Mormon church. I used to be you, active, planning my life around a church that I adored, even when I struggled. Ten years ago, I would have been saying identical words to yours. We have far more in common than you
Maybe I’m the one that’s invariably broken. Jagged, rough, unfinished, in need of being discarded. I know I light some bridges on fire, the shadow of those flames dancing as I watch the spectacle. But maybe, maybe, I soak them in kerosene first. Maybe the shades of grey, the fragmented way I view the
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