Remembering Robes

I've written about Robes before. He comes up in blogging and social media and conversation regularly. My kids who were too young or unborn during the Boca Raton days know his story. Or at least how his story intersects with ours. All my close Utah friends know him by...

Play Dates and the Innocent Child

A comment on another article got me stirred up this morning. I raised my kids before the advent of the playdate, (or maybe I was just finishing up at the birth of the playdate). I never had to deal with the social undertones that go on there. But, I recall visit...

My Invisibility Cloak

I was invisible once. For a long time. And I couldn’t figure out how I got that way. I noticed it first when I moved back to the States from Germany, and the ward I was in for the first five months never bothered to learn my name. For five months the young women in...