by Heather Fortuna
A few weeks ago I was sitting at a table near a swimming pool eating dinner at a newly built and very nice hotel in Kigali, Rwanda. Sylvia, the photographer my work had hired to take pictures of women in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), was retelling her experiences in jest to me and two of our directors.
By Tanya Spackman
The other night at Home, Family, and Personal Enrichment meeting, we had a Relief Society birthday party, which included hearing short bios of all of the general RS presidents. I was asked to cover Clarissa Williams, a wonderful woman. While listening to these bios one after another, there seemed to be a definite shift in the community activity (much of it quite political) of these women the last two to three decades, which also seems to correlate to a change in their overall message to the sisters of the church.
by Braden Bell
Last night, I had a remarkably moving experience in a most unlikely place.
by Tanya Spackman
I currently have a couple blue streaks in my hair. I don’t like it and will soon be dyeing my hair– all of it — a lovely auburn. The blue was preceded by a couple purple streaks (liked it) and several fuchsia streaks (liked it). I’m much too old for this to be any sign of rebellion; it’s just something I’ve always wanted to try. I’m almost over it. Luckily, I work in a job where I don’t necessarily have to have a professionally conservative appearance to meet with clients or that sort of thing, so while my supervisor may be thinking, “Early midlife crisis,” he isn’t thinking, “Conform or be fired.” However, this experimentation has led to some interesting (to me) thoughts.
by Katherine Nielson
When I was growing up I tended toward pessimism, and although I wanted to be a mother I had low expectations for what it would be like. I think I was more aware of the hard work and heartache that parenting involves than most people who aren’t yet parents.