OK – it is 2023 and I’m not perfect yet. That’s alright. No one would like me if I was. I found that out when I was perfect.

When I was growing up, back in the ice age, moral stories were common and children understood them. 

Back in the old days, before the internet and the media, there was time to sit and watch the sunset on the porch swing. There was time to notice the budding of new flowers and the coming of spring.

Quand vous êtes grand-mère et que vous voyez tout ce qui vous entoure sous un angle plus large, vous regardez la vie avec admiration devant la façon dont votre vous-même plus jeune voyait le monde et vous vous émerveillez devant la myriade de changements qui ont transformé votre esprit et votre cœur pour comprendre ce que signifie être mère.

Church leader Thomas Monson said, “God left us the world unfinished for man to work his skill upon. He left the electricity in the cloud, the oil in the earth.

When I was a child, I walked through my mother’s garden with a sense of awe and wonder. The velvet emerald grass spread under the Chinese Elm trees and lilac bushes.

This year, why not focus on relationships instead of self-improvement? Why not try to help someone else find the joy we are seeking?

The jingle and jangle of Christmas is in the air. Shoppers scan the internet, duck in and out of shopping centers, rack their brains and check their wallets looking for the perfect gifts to give on Christmas morning to make the holiday magical in the economic downturn.

“What if we woke up in the morning to find only the things we expressed gratitude for in our prayers the night before?” That meme on Facebook caused me to reflect on my own state of gratitude.

Veteran’s Day has always been a day of pride for me. My father and uncles served in World War II, and others in the family served in the Korean War.