In 2013, I was at my bottom. I had exploited my favorite drug to its finite but frustrating conclusion and I was left once again with nowhere to go. In spite of a nagging feeling I was doing something wrong, ... But, it fed my addiction.
In 2016 I was gifted with several personal revelations. I was told I would have clarity about romance in 2020. I was also told that I would meet "him."
When our Prophet talks about us "all being mothers," what I feel him saying is that we are all creators. In her book of poetry, Mother's Milk, Rachel Hunt Steenblik opens up her heart and her yearning for a Mother in Heaven, a feeling many of us have felt. As a woman who has run home... Continue Reading →
I've been divorced for a year now. During that time, I have not dated at all. I have not entertained the advances from any man. It's been nice to be single, I enjoy working on the issues that I have and would like to get to a more stable point in my recovery (from past... Continue Reading →
I had planned to leave a week in advance; I had planned to rent a car. I had also planned to come back home after the twins were baptized. I didn’t plan leaving my husband at his behest. I didn’t plan to divorce him. But nothing went as planned.
I was born into a family that appreciated music. Everyone played something or sang, or both. On family trips, no matter who we were travelling with; the music was always cranked loud and everybody sang. As a small child, I loved singing with both my mother and father. My little brother grew into a fabulous... Continue Reading →