Miscellaneous
Shoe Laces
How many times have you tied your shoes?It’s a little thing, I know, but something we do over and over again.The other day, my sister Gayle told me this story about tying shoes and agreed to let me share it with you.We were hiking with our dad, a common occurrence as you know by now.The rangers had…
Read MoreMy Life Flashed Before My Eyes
When I was younger, I had a large mole on my neck. I didn’t think anything of it, nor did I worry about it. Over the years several doctors advised me to have it looked at, but I ignored them until Dr. Ogilvie, a pathologist for whom I was working, suggested that I go see…
Read More“It can’t be done”
Today is my father’s birthday. If he were still with us, he would be 98 years old. An important thing you should know about Dad is that he never believed people when they told him, “It can’t be done.”Many a Friday evening when we were growing up, Dad would come home from work and gather…
Read MoreGoing Once, Twice, Sold to Richard
I started my professional career in Price, Utah, a rural community in the Southeastern part of the state. I moved there in September of 1974, and I didn’t know a single person in that community when I moved there, but I quickly formed a friendship with a man from my church named Richard.Richard was born…
Read MoreSo much has happened since then
It’s quickly approaching two full years since I closed the door of my therapy office and started seeing clients online instead of in person. At that same time, the schools here in Utah announced that they were closing for two weeks. One of my daughters who teaches high school art thought about what she…
Read More“Oh, No! I Need a New Barber”
Several years ago, I was sitting in a barber chair getting my hair cut and, after forty-five minutes, my dependable and lifetime confidant finished cutting my hair, then gave me the bad news. He told me I had to find a new barber. This was a devastating, life changing experience that left me with many personal…
Read MoreThe Invitation
It was one of those long, warm autumn afternoons. I was the “new girl” at school, again, and at the worst possible time, the beginning of junior high. We had moved three times in four years, and I was super shy and insecure. Imagine my surprise later that afternoon when I heard the doorbell…
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