Lessons for my Children: On the Art of Good Citizenship
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Why would a 19-year-old college student give up weekends and weeknights, study time and free time, hours she could be spending with friends to dedicate herself to Big Ocean Women?…
I imagine the scene this way: my grandmother is standing in the yard, and the air is hot and dry, bleaching everything of color. Without trees to buffer the wide…