Three weeks ago the most respectable girls in my singles ward threw a raging, extravagant, body-undulating Bollywood party. Fake eyelashes, gallons of hair product, body polish, forty-three different layers of make-up—several of the girls even went on-line and ordered gauzy saris and gaudy jewelry. Now, these girls are indisputably the faithful handmaidens of Zion— future Relief Society presidents, every one—but that night they were the fulfillment of Isaiah’s prophecy
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Family Near and Far
I’ve always been fascinated by friends who come from large families or have a lot of extended relatives living nearby. They talk of huge Sunday dinners with aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings all getting together at least once a month. They tell of holiday traditions that involve extended family gatherings. They have a familiarity with their relatives that allows them to seek them out at any time for almost anything. It sounds so supportive and fun.
Course Corrections
I never really planned on going on a mission. I’d say things like, “If I ever go on a mission, it would be cool to go to Russia,” and things like that, but it really wasn’t a goal in my life. I just didn’t see how it would be financially possible, and I didn’t spend any time figuring out how to get over or around that obstacle. And I was fine with that.
I was in college and things were going well. My spiritual life, though it could always be better, was in good shape. So I was where I should have been, doing what I should have been doing.
And then when I was 22, the Lord hit me over the head with a 2 by 4.
Harley Davidson Patriotism
Thank you, Millennial Star, for your gracious introduction and for letting me write with you.
Riding a bicycle in Washington D.C. nudges me into a sidestream of metropolitan life that I would miss underground or in a car. I got to mark the opening of kayaking season on the Potomac as I rode across the Key Bridge every morning in late April. I saw—and sometimes tasted—the reawakening insect life swarming above the warm grass along the Mt. Vernon trail. And just within the past two weeks, I’ve noticed a man who sets up an easel at the base of the Memorial Bridge and dabs away at an increasingly lovely painting of the Washington Memorial.
Please Welcome Naomi Frandsen
(This is our third welcome announcement in as many weeks, so if you’d like to simply offer comments concerning how impressed you are with Millennial Star’s current expansion tear, feel free to do that as well. But now onto important things…)
Naomi Frandsen has agreed to join us as a guest blogger for an unspecified, but certainly too short, number of weeks. Naomi comes highly recommended, having already completed the prestigious Millennial Star Membership Internship Program at our farm site.
Naomi grew up in Southern California, and currently lives in Washington, D.C., where she is gearing up for writing a thesis on the Victorian periodical press for her Master’s program. Naomi is one of 11 kids, who are currently spread out between California, Utah, Missouri, Florida, Washington, D.C., France, and Hungary. She plays the harp, she rides her bike to school, and she recently was passed over on an English teaching job in favor of Orson Scott Card. This makes her a bit of a disappointment. Still, we’re pleased to have her, and we look forward to seeing what she has to share with us, as long as her posts aren’t too Victorian or too periodic.