No, this is not a post about me making “faux” cookies with healthy ingredients like dates and spelt-or-whatever-you-call-it flour. This is a post about how for three days over the past week, I succeeded in going without sugar, and how on the other four days, I ate cookies whose recipe called for a whole …
A couple years ago, when I served as the secretary of our stake’s Young Women organization, I would travel to the different wards (aka, congregations) of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in our area and give a lesson to the young women there. Since we never had to give more than one …
When I stopped reading mostly just from recommended reading lists and started reading whatever the heck I wanted, I was able to go a miraculously long time without hitting a bunch of duds in a row. Sure, I hit a few books I could have done without (The Signature of All Things, anyone?), but overall, …
Back when I was still a regular journaler, there would be stretches of time where so much would happen in a small space of time that I felt too overwhelmed to write about it, so I would put it off…and keep putting it off and off and off, until finally, sometimes weeks or even months …
I’ve mentioned before that it’s perhaps best not to get our expectations up too high when it comes to taking our daughter to try new things—while we often expect that she’ll react one way (aka, with unbridled enthusiasm and excitement), she often has the opposite reaction of what we’d want (fear, anxiety, trepidation, uncertainty). …
Alternate title: Don’t let these pictures fool you (taking good pictures with a two-year-old is HARD). Honestly, our Easter would have been about as perfect as we could have imagined it except for one little problem— I seem to have contracted The Plague over the last 72 hours. A few weeks ago, both Matt and …
Ever since my big decluttering project in 2013 (aka, 50 Weeks to Organized), I’ve become increasingly wary of bringing new stuff into our home. Not only does new stuff (often) represent money spent, but it also represents stuff that I now have to find a place for in our small apartment, stuff that I …
Dear Raven, Two years ago, in the purple darkness of the morning just before the dawn broke, I was in the throes of labor, exhausted from a night of focused relaxation against the intense pressure of the laboring process. But I knew you were close, and I gained heart as the doctor told me …
