Tag: writing

I’m a writer!

I’m a writer!

I walked in the door this morning from exercising and my first thought was to head straight to my computer. I knew I had other things I needed to do on my list, but what I wanted to do was write. I wanted to get my 

Righteous goals that fire your imagination

Righteous goals that fire your imagination

I couldn’t sleep last night from about 2:11 am to nearly 6 am. During that time, I listened to an interview on the Mormon Channel with the “Iron Cowboy,” an extremely determined member of my church from Utah who recently finished 50 Iron Man triathlons in 50 

3T: Sliding into home base

3T: Sliding into home base

sliding-into-home-plateWhen looking for an image for this post, I came across a little piece of US history: a women’s baseball league. What fascinates me about this picture is that they are wearing those skirts! Seriously? Sliding into home base in a skirt?

Truth is stranger than fiction!

This end period of the school year (from March to June) feels like a very long and very packed stretch from third base to home for me. There are always so many things happening: spring sports, recitals, end-of-year homework projects and celebrations, wrapping up school volunteer responsibilities. And this year I’m also counting the days until it is all over!

One of my personal weaknesses is handling the stress of the various events and commitments that come along with my family. I’m better at it than I used to be, but some days are better than others. One of my coping methods is to write. Another is to put something less pressing away for a while–like writing–and come back to it when some of the deadlines and events have passed.

So that is what I’m doing today. I love to write so much that I think about it all the time. No joke. I’m compose posts in the night when I can’t sleep. It’s a passion for me, and I’m still learning to bridle it. I could write for hours and let all responsibilities go by the wayside! So I decided that if I’m going to help Julia find that elusive prom dress (that fits in our budget and modestly fits and looks like she hopes), get Rebecca to all of her choir performances, help Eliza get to track and dance, keep Peter and Anna practicing their instruments, wrap up the music program and my kindergarten teaching and keep teaching Primary, be present at the family wedding AND sleep at night, something’s gotta give.

And it can’t be my sanity.

So I’m going to have to do what I’ve done before: push pause.

I’ll have my little blogcation and then I’ll be back. It ain’t gonna be easy, trust me!

But then summer will be here. Ahhhhh.

Happy Sliding into Home Base,

Liz 🙂

P.S. I was just thinking right now: I’ll just write one more tiny post, which made me think of this hilarious cookie jar my mom bought once for my step-dad. He had diabetes AND a fondness for food. Especially sweet food. So they had a policeman cookie jar that when you lifted the cap said something like, “Step away from the cookie jar.” All of us had to lift the lid when we came over just to hear it say that. Makes me smile just remembering.

I’ll compromise: When I get back, I want to write about spring break, prom dress shopping, white dress bridal shower, Linnets and ValeriansLonging for Home, Richard Peck books, choir, open spaces in my home, planting from seed, and curry. OK. Now I can go. 🙂

(I know. My husband’s not holding his breath. I might just make it two weeks just to show him I can do it.)

P.S. One. Last. Thing. (I’m reminding myself of when I leave for any extended period of time and am giving 42 instructions to the children. Enough already!) Yesterday I listened to a very inspiring podcast about one amazing young woman, Natalie White, who is dealing with a major heart defect. I loved her perspective on true happiness: “True happiness is eating toast with my mom in the morning and getting to see my younger brother get baptized.” (The quote as I remember it.)



FF: The Book Thief stole our hearts

FF: The Book Thief stole our hearts

WRITE. Sometimes you watch a movie or read a book or hear some music that speaks to you so much that you have to write about it. At least I do. This is the story of a young girl, bereft of her natural family, who 

Mmmm: Celebrating 100 Posts

Mmmm: Celebrating 100 Posts

Just wanted to celebrate having just written my 100th post when I just blogged about depression and general conference. Hooray! It was exactly a year ago that I started blogging in earnest after quite a dry spell. It makes me so happy to be building a 

Mmmm…: 7 years ago…

Mmmm…: 7 years ago…

Seven years ago I was doing the same thing I am right now: sitting in my room, reveling in a chance to write without distraction while Lane rallies the children in making my birthday breakfast.


But a lot has changed in 7 years.

We aren’t changing any diapers or wipes!

We’re just about finished with car seats!

Everyone can read, write, sing, laugh together, and play a song on the piano!

We have a child in college and another getting ready to submit mission papers!

Everyone can shower themselves!

We almost have 3 more drivers, and our youngest just learned how to ride her bike without training wheels just this morning on my birthday ride!

Anna on bike
(Check out the cowboy boots!)

In the years since 2006, I can say that learning to be a mother is a lot like learning to ride a bike: it can be scary, but once you get the hang of it, you start to gain some confidence and realize, “I can do this!” And you recognize that you don’t have to be in the Olympics or wear a sleek biking outfit to have fun riding, and that it’s so nice to be out in the sunshine and feel the breeze on your face and have someone to ride with.

You want to share your experience with others!

Seven years ago on my birthday, one of my daughters burst upon my writing oasis, distraught from an argument she was having with a sister. I could see that this daughter was blaming the entire problem on her sister when, in fact, she had had a significant hand in creating the problem.

An idea came to mind.

I had her tell me what happened–what she did and what her sister did, as factually as she could manage–and I wrote it all down on a piece of paper. Then I crossed out everything her sister did and had her look at what she had done. It was then that she was able to see that she had helped create the problem. It was an epiphany, for both of us! She said sorry and went to say sorry to her sister. I was delighted! I wanted to share this victory with other moms!

That was the birth of this blog.

My husband bought this URL, and then 6 years later, I started blogging on it.

What happened in between September 2006 and September 2012 is another story.

How grateful I am for the gift that Lane gave me back then of believing in me enough to put some money on the line. He believed in me then, and he believes in me now, and that means a lot.

There are a lot of “mommy blogs” that have been born in recent years (about 3.9 million, according to one source). So I’m just a drop in the bucket. That’s OK. I still love writing about motherhood, and I still have a desire to share and hopefully encourage another mother along the way, just like all those nice bikers who passed Anna and cheered her on as she wobbled along.

When it comes to motherhood, I’m still learning how “to ride.”

And I’m still takes my breath away!

Happy Mothering,

Liz 🙂

P.S. The one thing I haven’t figured out is how to get moms to comment. Any ideas?

1001 Children’s Books You Must Read Before You Grow Up

1001 Children’s Books You Must Read Before You Grow Up

Yesterday I was visiting at a dear friend, Connie’s, home when I saw this book on her coffee table. I flipped through it and thought that I’d love to get a copy of this book. The author has a cover photo and thoughtful review of