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Winter is done. Let’s enjoy the sun: Yes, this title is a pun. Winter is finally over, the weather is warming up, and the snow has finally stopped (except for the occasional snow flurry). Utah’s weather being as unpredictable as it gets, we have rain, sleet, sun, and snow all in one day during spring.…
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Better Doesn’t Mean “Good”. I never really thought about it before, but somewhere along the way we started to equate “better” with “good”. But, “better” and “good” aren’t the same thing. We know that, yet how often we tell our sick friends and family “get better soon!” Obviously we want our loved ones to feel…
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What is Mindfulness? First, we should address the fact that “mindfulness” isn’t a new concept. Whether you realize it or not, you’ve practiced it at some point in your life. Psychologists, religious leaders, personal gurus, and your hippie neighbor next-door have been spouting the benefits of mindfulness for millennia. Mindfulness goes by many names: awareness,…
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I’m a writer: a scribbler, a chronicler, a note-taker- whatever you want to call it, it fits. Some people love to write on their computers, tablets, or phones, but I still love old-fashioned paper and ink. I carry around a journal with me almost everywhere I go. There isn’t a plan or any organization to…
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Being inside your car is like being in your own separate world. It’s a small, temporary, transitional space. It’s even more intimate that someone’s home. In a car you go to work, school, date nights, and home. You use it to escape, to come back, to leave and to return. It is how we get…
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I walked outside and everything was grey scale. Devoid of color, devoid of time the world was neither dark nor bright, but somewhere in-between. Silver sky reflected in white snow- contrasted by the charcoal shadows and black-tar roads. There was no color. There was no sound. No children laughing, talking, shouting- They are all at…
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Christmas has come and gone in an almost uneventful way. The tree was lite, the presents wrapped, and stockings hung- but the joy just wasn’t there. The dull browns, the dark days, the cold weather- something about it saps all my energy. It brings out all the sadness, the despair, and hopelessness. It’s as if…
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Brown Christmas: A Poem About Growing-up Southern It never snowed on Christmas in Houston. Growing up, the December was nippy- and browning grass was crisp with frost. Our breath rose in puffs before our faces- but snow never fell on Christmas day. I didn’t mind that Christmas’s weren’t snowy. We had everything we…
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If there was ever a time to believe in magic, it would be tonight. Today, I turned 25 years old, and tonight is the night of the Christmas Comet. I’ve always looked for the mystical and fantastical in small things. Little bits of luck, coincidence, and beauty in the every-day always felt like more. I…
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I have a weird love for Spanish Fork, Utah. Not for the main part where highway 6 runs through, but for the Southern and Western half of town: away from the developing city. That part I love is Spanish Fork Main Street. For years, I couldn’t put my finger on what attracted me to this…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 