Oh hi. Happy weekend. I spent mine interviewing for jobs. Slash driving through what looked like four different seasons. I heart Idaho. But enough about me. Let's talk about you. Actually, let's talk about my friend Dain. Dain is a talented blogger who writes about missionary prep. She knows what she's talking about because well, … Continue reading Missionary Prep: Sister Broadbent
I was wiping off the last of the flour from my counter top, hoping my kind-of-clean clorox wipe wouldn't leave streak marks. I've been thoughtful today. Thoughtful about all the things going on in my life right now, including an upcoming talk in sacrament meeting this Sunday. The topic: Easter. Now, perhaps it is the … Continue reading What more could I say?
Okay, guys. Here is one of my biggest secrets. #scandalous Hashtag, not really. I once loved a boy named Eric. We went on walks, watched movies, held hands and told each other beautiful things about a future together. Guys. It was real. It was wonderful. Each night after being with him, I would come home … Continue reading The parable of the boyfriend named Eric
These are the most Irish things about me: I recently colored my hair, and there is a little red in it. Ginger every day, baby. I once wanted to travel to Ireland. I may have kissed someone from Irish decent. #namedericwhitlock I have a ring on my right hand that looks Celtic if you squint … Continue reading Lucky to wear the sweater
This morning I went to the temple. What a blessed, sacred place! #justlikeheaven I did baptisms for the first time in months and was overwhelmed by the sweetness of the spirit in the chapel. It was peaceful. It was perfect. Directly in front of me was an enormous painting of the Savior being baptized by … Continue reading Thank you, dear sisters
For anyone who has ever felt a twinge of disappointment or despair over their mission call, this one's for you. I was sitting in the San Francisco airport when my phone buzzed. "Your mission call came," the text message said. Elation. After seven weeks of waiting, all that stood between me and Sister Buchanan was a connecting … Continue reading Ammon didn’t go to Montana