Eating Chickens

This post was originally posted on my personal blog back in January 2010. I thought I would share it on this blog because once again– almost exactly a year later– my husband and I just spent the afternoon butchering chickens. All the same emotions I had the first time we butchered a chicken came flooding…

God is a Gardener

“And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden…” (Genesis 2:8) My garden is beginning to pop up and, like always, it brings me so much joy to see these little plants spring into existence. Even though I’ve been planting things since I was a little girl I can never quite get over the…

Identity Crisis

I have been having a blogging identity crisis lately. Someone asked me awhile ago where my blog fit into the blogosphere? Are you a mommy blog? A religious blog? A lifestyle blog? A feminist blog? A craft blog? A cooking blog? A family blog? A platform blog?    I didn’t really know what to say.…

In Which I Vent

Last night my husband and I started watching the movie “Young Victoria”. I’d heard such wonderful things about this movie and was so excited to see it. I drilled several of my friends who’d seen it about if it was clean… really, clean. They know that my husband and I have really strong standards about…

Nothing

I’ve been feeling sort of low lately. It seems like Satan has been working hard on me to make me feel small, worthless and hopelessly flawed. There are days when life, and all the suffering, pain, and heartache that comes with it, seems so meaningless and I really begin to wonder why I am here…

The President’s Ward?

Not long ago I read an article in The Washington Post entitled “D.C. Third Ward Mormons Welcome Romney, even though most are democrats.” The post made me smile because for the last several months, ever since Mitt Romney announced his candidacy, I have been thinking about this ward… a lot. About six years ago, when…

What Charity Feels Like

“Charity” by William Adolphe Bouguereau, 1878   In college I worked on a volunteer Rape Crisis Response team. For three years I took turns carrying a pager for 48 hours each month, responding to dozens of summons from the hospital and the police office to help women who had just reported a rape. I stayed…

Where Were You?

When I was little I heard my parents talk about how they remembered exactly where they were and what they were doing when they found out the news that the US president, John F. Kennedy, had been shot. At the time I didn’t understand how news could be so life changing that the very moment…