It’s a beautiful life

This morning, I didn’t have to drive anyone to school. Oh, I did wake up at 6, and wished my other girls a good day, but then I went back to bed. For a whole hour. It was such a relief, because getting kids to school is much more than driving them. ...

 I’d said right after the concert was done that I would blog about it, so my oldest daughter has been waiting for this post. So I guess I must. It isn’t that I don’t want to write about it. It is just that I have had second thoughts about how ...

My trip to Siggraph is perhaps one of the most indirect of anyone getting there. Yesterday I drove from my home in Utah to my parents home in Idaho and will be flying out of the Boise airport, meeting up with Vladimir back in Salt Lake to catch the flight ...

Or kismet, whatever you want to call that coincidence that I attribute to God. This morning, wake up at 7:00 and know I need to get out there to run. Husband asks me a question, I sit on the bed to talk a bit. Get dressed. Tell my daughter to ...

At church today, I sat with my class of kids in sharing time, when lots of classes are together doing music and having a short lesson. These lessons are basic, but this doesn’t mean adults can’t get something out of them. Today the teacher held up a poster board with ...

Choirs are teams. They have a lot in common with sports. The same group of people can be mediocre under one director/coach and excellent under another. A few days ago I went to a choir concert at my daughter’s middle school. Now, I lettered in music at high school. I ...

This was the man I was talking about my last blog: Kelly Almond’s Obituary

At Life, the Universe, and Everything (SF & F writing convention at BYU) I met a friend of mine that was in a critique group I’d belonged to. We both happened to be at the cafeteria getting some fuel for our brains, and we talked for about 45 minutes. He’d ...

One of the constants in our lives is words. We constantly use words to express ourselves, to glimpse the souls of others, and words stream through our private thoughts during all our waking hours and even many sleeping ones. Words are in many ways the skeleton of our conscious selves. ...

Made a quick trip to a large retail outlet today. It was supposed to be quick but I experienced enough lag at the checkout stand to stare at the impulse buying shelves. I realized they had a lot to say about what our culture thinks is important. Energy – several ...