My great-grandma Jessie cared for her sister, my great-aunt Elsie, who was bed-ridden for many years. I remember watching her as a little girl, feeding her, turning her, reading to her, brushing her hair. I recognized it was a great deal of work all those many years ago. But probably not to the extent I... Continue Reading →
What's really happening ... is not always obvious on the surface. I was recently asked to volunteer for something, and when I declined, I quickly felt the judgmental stares and gossiping whispers from the group directed toward me. I don't volunteer anymore. At least not in the way most people want me to. I don't... Continue Reading →
The first time I met Alex was about a week before classes were to begin my freshman year at BYU. I knocked on the door of what would be my home for that first year of college, not knowing if anyone had moved in yet. She opened the door holding a blow dryer and a... Continue Reading →
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