Author: Pandora

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I won’t do it myself!

The story of the little red hen is the story of an underdog. She is the heroine we are supposed to root for – we support her independent, pull yourself up by your bootstraps,...

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Reaching out for Jesus

When I was a little girl, I frequently waited for my mother in the office reception area when she had a doctor’s appointment. Over several years, from about 4 to 7 years old, I...

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Walking with the boys

About 4:00 pm I start watching my phone. I turn it face up and switch from silent to a low hum. Just in case. And again at 6:00 ish. I know their schedules. This...

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How many times?

I sat on the floor with my legs crossed, leaning against a console stereo, my ear pressed to the textured side. I listened, intently and for hours, to the music emanating from the speaker....

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Back to the Hive

I am in Utah. On vacation. Or visiting. Or doing time. It’s complicated. I have only lived in Utah as a resident for five and then two years – as a college student, and...

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Who are these children?

“Mom, you have to hear this.” I lean closer to my son’s phone as he turns the volume up on a song. He and I like similar music only his is about forty years more...

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Changing my mind

I have a new job. Same company, but a new boss and new responsibilities. Intellectually, I am pleased. The new position is challenging, needed and supported. Every detail has lined up perfectly, and yet two...

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Retreat Forward

Recently I attended one of the several Mormon Feminist retreats that happen around the US. I have been to different retreats off and on for twenty five years now, placing me somewhere in the...