July 7
The Art of the Gentle Pivot: Guiding Teenagers in Faith
I stood in the hallway with a laundry basket and realized that guiding my teenager means doing less, not more.
Summer · July
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Essays
July 7
I stood in the hallway with a laundry basket and realized that guiding my teenager means doing less, not more.
July 7
Last Thursday I sat at the kitchen table after dinner and realized everyone in my family was looking at a screen. Here is what happened when I put mine down.
July 7
The sweater has been hanging on the back of the chair for three years. What happens when we hold grief and hope together in an LDS home?
July 7
The doorbell rang at 5:47 on a Tuesday. What happens when we stop waiting for the house to be perfect and start opening the door anyway?
July 7
The doorbell rang at 4:47 on a Tuesday afternoon. I almost did not answer it, but I opened the door anyway.
July 7
The table has a scratch in it that I cannot remember the origin of. What happens when we stop managing the meal and start making space for belonging?
July 7
The toddler was sitting on my foot and we were trying to have family prayer. What happens when we stop performing the habit and start actually connecting?
July 7
I was rinsing a yogurt container and I noticed my hands. What if the work of the kitchen is not the obstacle to spiritual life but the spiritual life itself?
July 7
I was wiping the kitchen table when my seven-year-old pressed a sticky hand into my back. This is the messy middle of parenting.
July 7
The shoe was missing. Not the left one, which would have been predictable. The right one, which meant we had already spent five minutes looking for the left one and now we had to start over.