Kathy

Three weeks in a row, I left Relief Society in tears. Nobody had said anything particularly terrible. I didn’t have a falling out with anyone....

The weekend after I gave birth, a friend sent me a poem. She’d written it months before, early in this pregnancy, on a day when...

When I taught Relief Society last Sunday, we spent several minutes of the lesson in complete silence. I was assigned a General Conference talk to base...

This lesson lends itself to some interesting and honest discussion. When talking about choices, we can sometimes focus on big, obvious milestones in the future....

Picture your childhood bedroom. In your mind, look around that room. What do you see? What did you use or touch or see every day? When...

Every morning, we have a dance party. My six-year-old gets ready for school and then we turn up the speakers on a song she loves—usually...

I am caught between longing and a confession. The longing: Ever since I began seriously considering women’s place in God’s plan, I have felt keenly the...

I’m preparing to teach a local writing workshop, a six-week class to help some fellow writers create short pieces about a personal life event. To help me...