Mirrors. They reflect an image. For some, that image is distorted. For others, that image is a reminder of who they used to be. For me, a mirror reflects growth. I am not the girl I used to see in the mirror. I am not the mother I used to be. I have sparkle in … Continue reading Reflection
February is the month of love. I used to hate the month of love. That is until I learned that all months can be consummed by love. It's an action and it's not gender specific. You can love everyone around you and still have some to spare. I recognize I'm one of the lucky few … Continue reading Love
One of the hardest things for me to overcome has been the worry about what other people think. It has plagued me my entire life. I want to be liked, think everyone does. I made decisions in the past based on what other people would think. I lived in hell because that was easier than … Continue reading Growing
Everyone takes their health for granted. When you are healthy you just do whatever and not think about it. There are some freaky people who really do like kale and running. I am not one of them. I am a sedentary creature who prefers chocolate over just about anything. But one day, I got a … Continue reading Health
I am forever searching for signs that I'm in the right place or that I'm doing the right thing. When I was a little girl my grandmother took me to Primary. Primary is part of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It is for the young children attending church. Back in my … Continue reading Signs
This year on our annual vacation to Fish Lake, I had the chance to talk to T at the back of the boat while we were fishing. Somehow we came upon the topic of eating the fish we caught and where the guts go and how the different animals depend on each other for survival. … Continue reading Circles
A friend of mine is dealing with the loss of her partner slowly due to Alzheimer's disease. I had no idea how bad it was until her daughter posted something on Facebook about her dad not remembering her. To be honest, this was one of my greatest fears as we struggled with Jerry's illness. I … Continue reading Guilt
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