Did you know the primary once had sand tables? What fun! What a mess.
Have you ever said, I hate strong female characters? Here’s a few reasons why they aren’t enough as is.
Lisa Valentine Clark, funny lady extraordinaire, lets us in on why making a movie is like motherhood and scroll all the way to the end for a sneak preview on her new movie, Once I was a Beehive, releasing August 14th.
Nothing can you prepare you if you experience one, but sharing stories of stillbirths, reminds us that the grief is real and there is beauty and power in remembrance.
The ever lovely and gifted Ashma Hoilands’s gorgeous, thoughtful essay on the difference the exchanging the word crisis makes in the middle of one, changes the feeling and experience when your faith is shifting.
Another item to ask why? A BYU student’s depiction of Heavenly Mother goes missing from an on campus exhibit.
This week’s first draft poem is brought to us by Melonie. And it’s lovely.
The Woman That I Am Not
The woman that I am not
wears knee-high fringed moccasins
and white hippie dresses.
Her hair leans over a shoulder
in a thick braid
like the staff of Moses.
She tattoos
a fern leaf on her neck
and pierces a diamond
the size of a toddler’s freckle
into the side of her nose.
leather and silver bracelets circle her wrists
turquoise wreaths her ankles
and her heart beats to
the flickering of fire.
She dances to drums.
Laughter spins from
her mouth
as simply and clear
as a flute laid to lips.
The woman I am not
sees God in the reflection of a spoon,
weighs heavy thoughts
until they turn light
and speaks words that grow gardens.
She is a sediment of wisdom.
Her limbs are long and lean.
Sometimes she plays finger tambourines
and walks in moss.
Fireflies follow her.
Where she is
It’s always twilight,
lovemaking is slow,
stars have meaning,
snow makes sound,
and the pen never runs out of words.
I can find her
when we speak.
We both share
a brown beauty mark
on the peak of our upper lip-
a dot on the horizon -
a finite spot
marking the place
between what is and what is not
.
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