PinnedHow To Recognize Impatience (And What to Do About It)Is patience still a virtue? If so, what can it help us achieve? — “Patience … is a very action-directed virtue: it is the slow, sound, lengthy preparation for the most dynamic, powerful activity. It is the winding of the spring. It is the drawing back of the bow. It is the charge along the runway before take-off.” — Margaret Hebblethwaite There’s a great…Patience6 min readPatience6 min read
Apr 15, 2022The Family MatriarchsWhat would our family trees look like if we focused on the matriarchal line? — I come from hearty, Mormon pioneer stock on both sides of my family. My ancestors were brave, faithful, somewhat wild individuals who packed up their lives and walked across the continental United States toward what they hoped would be a better life. They were deeply distrustful of the federal government…Motherhood8 min readMotherhood8 min read
Mar 25, 2022I’m Quitting InstagramIt’s an announcement that only about 450 people will ever see, and significantly fewer will care about, but here it goes… I’m quitting Instagram. (And Facebook and Twitter, too.) As I’ve made this decision, I can’t help but feel a little sad. I’m 26 years old. Social media has been…Quitting Social Media5 min readQuitting Social Media5 min read
Jan 17, 20228 Things I’ve Learned in 8 Weeks of MotherhoodMy first child made her appearance at the end of November. Between mistakes and lack of sleep, these are a few things that have helped me. — Figure out feeding As I prepared for my baby, I just assumed I would be breastfeeding. It just sounded like the easiest solution. …Motherhood8 min readMotherhood8 min read
Jan 12, 2022And So, We Begin AgainAbout two months ago, I gave birth to my first baby. She was beet red when she came out, and as she looked up at me with her enormous eyes, she immediately began to wail. A tremendous wave of shocked love washed over me, and my daughter and I shared…Running4 min readRunning4 min read
Dec 14, 2021A LieI ache, today, for nothing. A swarm of loving people share this space, And five know me. One needs me, but in the way that flames needs fuel (any kindling will do.) No child sleeps on my chest. No friend stays on my couch. No beggar comes to my door. No one knows to pray for me. If I were gone tomorrow, The spring would not long for me, Nor would summer mourn. The wind would push this world along.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Mar 24, 2021A Letter to My SenatorDear Senator Romney, My husband and I are expecting our first child. The way that sentence sounds versus the way it feels to say it is night and day. It sounds stuffy and formal and overused. It feels joyful and unearthly and improbable. We love each other, and because of…Gun Violence4 min readGun Violence4 min read
Dec 5, 2020Why I’m Grateful for that ChallengeIf you’re at all associated with Mormondom, you probably saw at least a few posts on your social media feeds with the hashtag #givethanks last week. …Mormon6 min readMormon6 min read
Nov 6, 20207 Things I Have Learned from My Dog During COVID-19I was never a dog person, but I married one. Taylor grew up with chocolate labs and when we were dating, I fell in love. With him, but more importantly, with his parents’ dog Daisy. Daisy is an angel (confirmed by many Instagram polls.) …Covid-197 min readCovid-197 min read
Oct 30, 2020swingingThere is nothing interconnected about hope. We hang on its tendrils, Gasping erratically when the air comes, Savoring those moments as if they will last. How soon we forget, both that hope always leaves And comes back. Swinging, not quite as steady as a pendulum or rhythmic as a scythe, But back and forth just the same. Hold onto hope? We can’t. It does not fit our meaty, clamoring grasp. Instead, be content to feel it when it comes.Poetry On Medium1 min readPoetry On Medium1 min read
