I think this past spring we were all taught a lesson in the necessity of having a safe refuge to flee to. There are those that already knew this lesson but as a global whole, the rest of us were schooled in this truth. At some point, we all need a refuge to be in to rest, heal, and feel safe.
Continue readingA Ghost of a Story Part I
I. Kit Malone, 1924
Kathryn Jane Malone, although the only time she better hear her full name is if she was in trouble, otherwise, you better call her Kit, wiped the sweat off her brow. Of course her boss Mickey sent her on a fool’s errand for this story. That’s what she felt like, a fool. It wasn’t easy for a woman to break into the newspaper business but Kit was a determined sort. All she needed was a break. Even a bad one. That’s why she jumped at the chance to chase down an old miner for the sake of a possible byline. Imagine, her name in the paper. Or the gender neutral K.J. Malone to fool the readers into thinking they were reading a story by a male reporter. But she would know the truth. If Mickey honored his word, this byline would be hers. First though, she needed to get the story. Mickey sent her to get a ghost story of all things. What a ridiculous thing to report. No wonder Mickey relegated it to a woman. None of his precious male reporters wanted touch it. She knew full well she was his scape-goat but she was determined to turn this lemon into lemonade. Continue reading
Here comes the fall
Here comes the fall
and I’m not excited so Continue reading
Simplify
I have been working on my little blog since 2011. During that time I have grown from sporadic posts to four regular posts a week. The time has come to make another adjustment. This time I am going to cut down on my weekly posts. This will be my last Monday meme. After October 25 there will be no more General Conference thoughts. Instead, I will focus on Wednesday’s poems and my prose will be on Saturdays. Instead of four-part short stories I will attempt five-part short stories whenever a month has five Saturdays. My goal in this switch is to work on quality over quantity for awhile. Once I was able to let go of my 10-view-a-day goal I was able to make these plans. I am excited and hope to see an improvement in my writing. Thanks as always for reading and hope you will continue on this journey with me. Photo taken in southwest Wyoming.
General Conference thoughts: The Blessing of Continuing Revelation to Prophets and Personal Revelation to Guide Our Lives
This seems pretty simple to me. If Christ rose on the third day and is now alive why would He not continue to communicate with us?
He did rise the third day. He is alive in a resurrected body. He does continue to guide us today.
Continue readingPlan B
I am by no means an expert in this thing called life. I just thought I should start with that disclaimer and get it out in the open. So take this for what you will but I think I have discovered at least one key to life. I guarantee there is probably more than one but from personal observation I have gleaned at least this one key component. Here it is: life is all about plan B.
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My number one goal
I am a pretty simple soul. I do not ask for much and I am pretty content. Just get me to Friday and I will be happy. Photo taken in southwest Wyoming.
General Conference thoughts: The Great Plan
When I was younger, I thought plans were restrictive. Why divide life up by plans? Plans that if not achieved only led to disappointment and frustration. What a naive girl I was back then.
Continue readingBroken Table and Broken Dreams
I finally conceded I needed to give the table away. It is a big (by today’s standards) kitchen table probably built in the 1940’s. All wood, it is heavy and cumbersome. Not really designed for today’s compact modern world. But for me giving it away was a difficult decision because it represented a dream unfulfilled. Although I have lived long enough to know the importance of plan B’s in my life, giving up on a long held dream is not an easy thing to do. I took comfort in the fact that the table not only represented a plan B in my life, but it must have also been similar for my grandma nearly 55 years earlier. We are connected with this broken table and broken dreams. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
ck's days 