My summer of screech owls: the things we see when there’s time to sit still
The owls came to me this summer. I think it’s because of Covid—whether they have always come and I only noticed them because I’ve been
The owls came to me this summer. I think it’s because of Covid—whether they have always come and I only noticed them because I’ve been
I missed the Summer of Love in San Francisco in 1967, stuck instead in Provo working my first full-time job at my dad’s office. Three
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One family’s experience working the pandemic. Watching my 21-year-old getting ready to go off to work at an area hospital emergency department as the pandemic
And now a word from your bookkeeper. I had my first breakdown on Wednesday afternoon, March 25. I was sitting at my desk and this
“I don’t feel so good,” hits differently when heard aloud during a global pandemic. When my boyfriend approached me with his hand on his forehead
Frankly, it’s an idea we’ve been pondering. Nothing like reality to help one make decisions. You can click on ads and they will take you
I’m experiencing mixed joy this week, but there is some twisted irony in knowing that the person who stole my credit card number used it
to several longtime friends who have enriched our pages in various ways through past decades I like to read biography and autobiography. That, paired with
Most days I do want to save most of the planet and most of the people residing on said orb, but there are so many
When I show up at her trailer, Nicole’s dogs are in attack mode, barking murderously and threatening to break their chains. They’re tied up to
Is remembering enough? I see echoes. There is a line of demarcation in my life. There is a before, when the future occupied the bulk
If this is such a great economy, why do we see so many young women who can’t afford pants without holes ripped in them? The
The patrons of Salt Lake’s iconic Main Street restaurant seen through the eyes of a young employee Way back in 1992, I worked as a
A dance, like any great story, has a beginning, middle and end. It begins in stillness. There is a starting shape. Then the story unfolds
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