Focus on my father…
My husband made it a practice of naming his children only after he saw them face to face, and so … Continue reading Focus on my father…
Category: memories
Loving back words…
When I was defrocking my mother’s home this past weekend, I came across some plaques that some of us had … Continue reading Loving back words…
Lessons from My Mother: Time, Love, and Wisdom
A tribute to my mother, a woman of excellence As my siblings and I rifled through my mother’s belongings this … Continue reading Lessons from My Mother: Time, Love, and Wisdom
Memories my mother never mentioned…
Between the ages of 6 and 19, I moved often. When I was in fourth grade, my family lived in … Continue reading Memories my mother never mentioned…
This is love…
More than a dirty door that could use a fresh coat of paint, I saw love in the pair of sunglasses … Continue reading This is love…
The blog-a-day world of Sara Dagen…
Blogging daily for NaBloPoMo is hard. When I write, I want to write something that is significant—significantly deep or touching … Continue reading The blog-a-day world of Sara Dagen…
Why Goldilocks was “just wrong”…
The story of Goldilocks as told in a Little Golden Book’s The Three Bears simulates how I try to live—as … Continue reading Why Goldilocks was “just wrong”…
“…but what I do have I give you”
One day Peter and John were going up to the temple at the time of prayer—at three in the afternoon. 2 Now a … Continue reading “…but what I do have I give you”
Mom’s move to memory care…
My mom became a perfect square this year: 81. I envisioned throwing a Pinterest-worthy birthday party, where we decorated in … Continue reading Mom’s move to memory care…
By the word of our testimony…
Then I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, “Now the salvation, and the power, and the kingdom of our … Continue reading By the word of our testimony…
Saying goodbye to a colleague…
but not to a friendship… It wasn’t until my dad died that I realized he was the glue that held … Continue reading Saying goodbye to a colleague…
The sudden stop at the end…
“It’s not the fall that kills you. It’s the sudden stop at the end.” No, I haven’t started skydiving or … Continue reading The sudden stop at the end…
Like a pedicure in winter…
When asked what I wanted for my birthday in August, I said “just a pedicure” and got the go ahead … Continue reading Like a pedicure in winter…
The real reason I’m thankful…
Truth be told, the real reason I’m thankful at Thanksgiving is that it comes only once a year. Don’t get … Continue reading The real reason I’m thankful…
S-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d!
“Once you stop growing, you start dying.” The Reverend Neville E. Gritt preached that from his pulpit on New Year’s … Continue reading S-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d!
The gift of song…
I wish I could call my dad on the phone today and sing him “Happy Birthday!” the way he and … Continue reading The gift of song…
Morning by morning…
Last week when I was searching for a family photo, I found this journal entry, written on some paper, tucked … Continue reading Morning by morning…
By the dawn’s early light…
Early in the morning I watched the ocean awaken. After a fitful night of mostly not sleeping, I gave up … Continue reading By the dawn’s early light…
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