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When I Went Down to the River to Pray

I had a vision. In my mind’s eye, I was with the Lord. He took me down to a beautiful river at the edge of a wide, yellow field of grass. We sat beneath a tree and talked. The Lord turned to me and said, “You always loved the river.” “Yes,” I said, tears welling…
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The time I forgot about physics and humanity for about 5 seconds and almost lost my feet.

I am a smart person. I grew up as a “nerd,” taking honors classes and participating in Brain Bowl where me and my nerd friends showed off our trivia skills in a winner-take-all, cage-match-style competition. Okay. It was really just a couple of tables set up in the library with a lot of questions about…
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Mid-Ice Crisis

I am an ice skater. To be exact, I’m a person who ice skates on a regular basis, often with a coach or a teacher. I have purchased expensive skates. I go to the skating rink 4 hours a week at minimum. I like ice skating. Because I am also 39, this makes for a…
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It All Starts With a Dot

While we were in church today, Abigail had a pad of paper and a pencil during the main sermon. I allow her this so that she stays quiet and focused, and possibly takes in some of the knowledge of the person at the pulpit. Being 10 is hard enough without being forced to listen to…
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How to Love a Weirdo

If you’re like me (and I assume everyone in the universe is the exact same as me, since you’re all just a manifestation of my creative genius) everyone is exactly the same level of awesome. For those of you who don’t comprehend this immediately, let me make a mathematical equation that explains this theory: Pretty…
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The Resurrectionist

Hello, world. Did you miss me? I have been absent from the internet for a while now. There are many reasons, but I will spare you a lot of the boring details. The short list looks like this: Wrote book Had baby Didn’t sleep for a year Bought house Edited book Let me just answer…
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True or False? 7 Myths About Utah Mormons That Might Be True

Utah Mormons get a bad rap, you know? If you live in Utah, you’ve experienced it. The smug smiles from people who live in Idaho. The insane questions from people outside of the religion (“Utah huh? Isn’t that where they have all those wives?”). The complete shock from people who hear about what it’s like…
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That’s Not Hairspray, It’s Vomit

It has been a long time, friends. I figured I would just check in and let you know that I’m still alive. This last year has been quite an amazing ride. I had a baby. A few years ago, I wrote a blog post about what it was like wanting to have children, but not…
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Rage and Politics: What WOULDN’T Jesus Do?

On January 20th,  hundreds of thousands of protesters reclaimed President’s Day as a way to resist the Trump presidency. On Twitter, the tag #NotMyPresidentsDay topped the trending tags, at over 54 thousand tweets strong. Angry shouts of “Hey, ho, Trump has got to go,” filled the air during a downtown Washington D.C. protest. Although many…
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To the Harmon’s Check-Out Girl

You saw me when I walked by.  An almost-40 woman in a pink tie-dyed maxi skirt and a white peasant blouse. Layered, but not enough to keep off the October chill. A black brick purse cutting into one shoulder. Mouse-brown hair in straight lines down my shoulders and back. Perhaps you saw a look on my…
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7 Facts You Need to Know to Land a Writing Agent – #LTUE2015

One of the best (and most entertaining) panels at #LTUE2016 was given by the lovely and vivacious Alyson Peterson, the author of Ian Quicksilver: The Warrior’s Return. As both a published author and former agent slush pile reader, she was a wealth of information on how to find the perfect agent and not get on…
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“Why do I smell like pee?” and other mom questions.

  It was 10:30pm. I lay there on the floor in front of the fireplace, too exhausted to move and thankful for the peaceful sound of nothing. My arm, though bony, was a good pillow for my head, which had not been combed since the morning before. My dog was chewing on something expensive, like…
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