President Nelson joked about his tease last October about this conference being “memorable” and “unforgettable” as he opened conference. No, he did not anticipate not having any conference attendees except for the speakers. But as they say, the show must go on.
Continue readingPride and Prejudice…the next generation
I always claim that Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice is my favorite novel. That’s a pretty lofty claim since I read it once in my twenties. Let me paint a bigger picture for you. When I was younger, probably until I hit my forties, I’d have to describe myself as a romantic dreamer. I admit, I lived somewhere up in the clouds always waiting for my ship to come in. My prince to come. Because I was sure both would arrive. Probably together. [insert forehead hand slap here]. Let’s just say, the dreamer woke up. So, with my mature realistic (some would say cynical) view of life I was curious. Would Pride and Prejudice hold up without all that romantic idealism in the way? I decided to test it out and give it another read just to see. To be honest, I was nervous. If it failed what would take its place as my favorite? Here are a few of my thoughts on Pride and Prejudice 40’s edition.
Continue readingThe Choice
The weight of a day
Every day has 24 hours. But some 24 hours are worth remembering a little more fondly than other 24 hours. Continue reading
General Conference thoughts: Closing Remarks
I wonder if he does it on purpose? Six months ago when President Nelson closed October’s conference he pointed us to the spring’s conference. Speculation stirred as soon as the invitation came out of his mouth. What would April 2020’s conference be like? Hmmm. Continue reading
The HUB: Another Day
IV
My shift was uneventful but long. Ten hours didn’t feel that long since my first years underground. Every noise I heard caused me to jump. Until I heard at last the bell announcing the shift change. I swallowed hard and walked to the checkout booth. It took all I had to keep my face as impassive as possible. Continue reading
Lesson of the Birds
A ponder
Sometimes while writing poetry I get distracted. Sometimes that distraction comes from the English language. Continue reading
General Conference thoughts: Fruit
If you’re going to discuss fruit then you should probably have some actual fruit handy. “Would anyone like this apple?” If someone raises their hand give it to them. “Would anyone like this orange?” Again, give away the orange. Continue reading
The HUB: The Next Morning
III
The next morning I dropped my rent payment in my landlady’s mail slot on my way to work. It was still dark out and the temperature dipped below freezing. I pulled my coat tighter around me but it didn’t help with the chill.
I walked to the bus stop and waited. The normal crowd gathered waiting for the bus. A few of the others searched eyes of fellow passengers looking for understanding from last night’s events. So I wasn’t the only one affected. But one thing I learned in my years working in the mines is not to communicate anything. I dropped my head and kept my eyes to the ground to prevent anyone reading or misreading my eyes. No story here. Continue reading
