My Son Just Came Home Early from His Mission, and I’ve Never Loved Him More

Monday morning, I got a phone call every parent of a new missionary dreads. The kind that gives you a pit in your stomach the moment you answer, only to hear a choked up voice on the other end of the line say “Mom?”

My sweet son, the one who’s been in the MTC for 3.5 weeks, was notably choked up. It took him a moment to start talking. He told me that he needed to come home. Assuming he was struggling emotionally, and was just wanting to come home, I said “No, you’re ok! You don’t need to come home.” He stopped me, and said “No, Mom, I need to come home.” Continue reading

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Celebrating Life at 50: Conquering Fears at Skydive Zion!

When my dear friend Pam told me she had just gone skydiving for her 50th birthday, I told her she was nuts. There was NO way I would ever consider such a thing. My lifelong fear of heights had forever convinced me that me going skydiving could ONLY be accomplished if someone put me in a straitjacket and threw me out of the airplane. But . . . the seed was planted, and it proved to be a determined little seed. Continue reading

Why you should NEVER search Google to look for new hairstyle ideas

I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow, and all day I’ve been having this wild hair (insert kah-boom cymbal sound here), thinking about doing something different for a change. The problem is, whenever I try to break out a new style, I … Continue reading

Blank Canvas

This is my third blog, and the first one that has absolutely NO theme. None. It’s a blank canvas.

blank-canvas

Kind of like that. And it’s awesome. I can write whatever I want! Hence, the logical title of this blog is perfect. Tiffany says . . . whatever she feels like. Completely liberating.

I’m not totally sure what I have to say, or what I want to say. But that’s the beauty here. No rules, just right. Kind of like an Outback Steakhouse. (Isn’t that their motto or something??) Maybe it’s more like the TV show Seinfeld, where they fully admitted that the entire show was about nothing. Yet, somehow, it was fascinating.

I have absolutely no idea if anyone will ever read a single word of this blog. But that’s ok. I’m writing this blog for the fun of it. Because sometimes, I just want to say . . . . something.