There is a story my children like to tell, when they are especially annoyed with me, or when there is a new audience, or when they want to remind me of the frailties and foibles of being human and it goes like this: We were going out to dinner one night, a sit-down dinner in…
I was sewing a day or two ago, some simple mending that had been ignored for far too long—stitching a torn hem here and mending a button there, settling into the simple act of repairing the wear and tear of catching unexpected corners, and sudden scuffles, and boys wrestling in the living room and the…
Spring is a season stuffed full: of damp grass and flowers emerging riotously from the earth, of the sussurating sound of bicycle chains and the grate of lawnmowers blistering the air for the first time in a handful of months, of children running from one end of the block to another forgetting in the burn…
Some years ago, (more than I like to admit) when I was a fairly new mom of four tiny humans coming in rapid succession, two little girls, and then two little boys, I met an older woman, another mother who had several grown children of her own, someone who wanted to chat about our babies,…
For Aleisha Christensen, there is nothing more rewarding than being a stay at home mom to her two boys, a five-year-old named Kai and an almost 3-year-old named Jess. But she is also driven—driven to explore, to create, and to change the world around her in positive, generative ways. She does this with her boys,…
I am sitting in one corner of my family room late at night, my laptop filling my view while the sounds of a quieting house surround me—I can hear the soft chatter of young adults who don’t want to be reminded how late it is, who don’t want to think about the necessities of work…
There is a corner of my yard where the dirt of an abandoned flower bed has lain neglected and ignored, a corner that hardly anyone ever sees, that has not yet been raked and softened after the snow and ice of winter packed it so that it is almost as hard as the stones that…
One of my favorite things about attending the Commision on the Status of Women at the U.N. is the chance to make real connections with women from around the world who are passionate about their vision of the future, and are working hard to make those visions a reality. At CSW 2019 I was able…
It is early spring where I live, still winter technically, but with enough of the enticing glimmer of warm golden sun to beckon us out of our homes wearing a little less than the heavy sweaters and jackets we have become accustomed to over the last few months, chilly in the early air but unwilling…
The lovely old library in Provo, Utah is a beautiful building, all worn old brick and shining burnished wood floors and hushed recesses filled with books and interesting ideas. But on a cold winter night just before last Christmas, a group of people gathered in a conference room lined with tables—not to read, but to…