Lately, I’ve been thinking about time—not just the ticking of clocks or the turning of calendar pages, but the way time reshapes the contours of our lives. How it softens what once felt solid and how even the most unbreakable bonds can be stretched thin by circumstance. As children, we make solemn promises to our…
Here is a little story ive had rambling around in my mind for some time. Hope you like it. Long ago, in the hush before history, when moonlight stitched secrets into the mountains and animals spoke in soft syllables, the world was still learning the language of empathy. Among the rolling ridges of the Andes…
This past weekend, while listening to worship music, one line struck me in a way it never had before: *All my days, I’ve been held in Your hands.* That moment opened my eyes to just how many times God has shielded me throughout my life. When I was six, my sister and I heard whispered…
The year was 1981. I was 16, a junior in high school, and thriving. I loved my school, my classes, my friends. My favorite course was geology—an exclusive class that accepted only ten students. Being vetted to get in felt like an honor. Then there was ceramics, a creative escape, and American history, taught by…
Growing up in my religion wasn’t all bad. There were moments of joy—weekend roller-skating, winter ice skating, music carrying me across the rink. Sometimes, a boy would nervously ask me to couples skate, his sweaty hand clumsy in mine. For someone starved of physical affection, those fleeting touches felt like warmth in a cold world.…
I’ve always been a bit of a weirdo. While other girls were playing dolls and house, I was crawling on my belly through the mallow weeds, disappearing into a world of wild exploration. My maternal grandmother—a refined woman who worked in education and played classical piano beautifully—was forever reminding me to “keep my shoes and…
After my mom and I moved to Arizona, I remember one memorable trip when my mom put me on a train by myself to visit my newly married sister. I was about 12 years old, and while the prospect of traveling alone filled me with excitement, a small knot of fear accompanied me on that…
I was but a child of four years, and my garments felt as though they conspired against my tender frame. My frock, woven of plaid wool, scratched at my flesh as the midday heat seemed to intensify its cruel embrace. The settee upon which I perched—a relic of green upholstery—offered no solace, its coarse texture…
I remember celebrating one of every holiday, each one a vibrant tapestry of tradition and magic. I remember lying beneath the Christmas tree, its fresh pine scent weaving through the air as multicolored twinkling lights hypnotized my senses, transporting me to places only a child could imagine. I remember sitting at the table, dyeing Easter…
Have you ever experienced something so fleeting, so seemingly insignificant, yet so beautiful that it left you aching inside? Maybe it even brought tears to your eyes. Let me share a moment like that—a memory etched forever in my heart. Many years ago, my husband and I visited a friend who lived by the sea.…
Some of my earlier blog posts may have delved into difficult memories, and if they’ve brought you down, I truly apologize—that was never my intention. So today, I thought I’d share some of my happiest childhood memories, moments that I hold close to my heart. I grew up surrounded by a treasure trove of *National…
Growing up within a particular religious framework taught me many things—not just about doctrine, but about the nature of learning itself. From an early age, I knew the expectations. I diligently followed the rules, thinking that obedience alone was the pathway to salvation. This included going door-to-door, engaging total strangers, even as silent panic swirled…
“Every adversity, every failure, every heartbreak, carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.” Napoleon Hill A wise friend once shared these words with me, and they’ve stayed close to my heart ever since. They’ve helped me find my way through this place we all call home—reminding me that even in the…
Echoes of Light 