Swan Mom

Only once, in the fourteen years I have been dealing with cancer and its associated ills, have I wished and prayed to die. I had been very ...

If you have read my Halloween post from last year, you know that for the past five Octobers, I have been showing up for my weekly treatmen...

I can’t say I wasn’t warned. When my sister returned my dish, it still held about a third of the apple crisp I had taken to a famil...

Eight years ago, a local grocery store held a Mother's Day essay contest. I wrote a short essay and entered it in the contest. I'm...

I'll be starting this post with a trip though time!  Get ready for: "A Brief History of My Hair" This is me: Baby w...

I was sitting in a chair in the children’s section of our small local library. It was very quiet there, even by library standards. There did...

We were getting ready to leave for a little family day-trip when the phone rang. I answered it and found it was our bishop, calling to give ...

One of the souvenirs I picked up on my journey through Cancerland (motto: “Maybe Not Quite the Happiest Place on Earth”) was a significant ...

I was curled up in bed when my husband Wes came home from work. He brought me a hurriedly-made plate of dinner and then picked up his keys...