Uncategorized

Ode to Brandon Flowers By Catherine Shaw (Inspired by John Keats, of course)   THOU still “Most-Stylish Man” of Music-dom, Thou golden child of the City of Lights, Musical ambassador, who canst thus hum A savory tune more sweetly than…

I can feel that twitch. You know what I mean. That quiver in the back of your brain that says, distract me. I must be in Sunday School. Now before you comment on my 'knocking around' the hour so many…

I must apologize in advance for this post. I was sick and lost my will to type so my keystrokes might not be a swift and smooth as usual. Also, because of my illness, I didn’t have enough time to…

Last week brought Visiting Teaching Interviews. For sisters in our ward, the process involved the following steps: 1. Signing up (a few weeks in advance) for a designated time during the evening 2. Arriving at the church at said time…

I have to admit that embarking on this blog post has had me shaking in my boots for days. Some of that could be from all the lunges I’ve been doing in Zumba class lately, but mostly I think it’s…

Oh Apple, you did it again. You gave me another reason to look down from the Sunday school chalkboard. Ignoring the scrawl of celestial goals and heated warning signs, I type the word ‘callous’ on my Ipad’s Scrabble board. Forty…

What is it about bedtime that makes one begin to spout deep philosophical ideas on rather controversial topics? Is it the quiet calm of that time of evening? Is it the brain’s way of decompressing after a day of overuse…