Oct 1, 2020 Once upon a time… No. No. No. Starting a story like that usually gets a happy ending. Or an educational twist. This story, however, about a cow, is just a story. It is a story about a famous cow, though. Well, she’s a cow in a very famous story. Jack and the Beanstalk—remember that one? If you remember the story, Jack and his mother were not doing so well. They had no money and the only food they had was the milk provided by their cow—Milky-White—until one day,

Oct 5, 2020 Aw. I see you are back for more. You want to know what more there could be to the story of Milky-White and Leonard’s family. Well, okay, I’ll tell you. Milky-White was happy indeed. She was with people who treated her well and knew what she needed. And Leonard and his family were happiest of all. They had fine food, a healthy homestead, and a lively cat. But—and there is always a but—sometimes good comes with bad. Milky-White and her miracle milk was a good thin

Sep 29, 2020 What the heck does that mean? No, really? I wrote it. But what does it mean? What Owning Your Story Means, Really I do have an answer, see. Well, my answer is what it means to me and what it means for this blog. Simply put, owning your story is about recognizing the power you have over your life. It’s about confidence in who you are. It’s about loving yourself. It’s about recognizing your self-worth and your divine nature. The Power You Have over Your Story, Yo

Sep 15, 2020 Once upon a time, I ran a separate blog, a kind-of failed blog. I say failed because I gave up on it too fast. But I did gain this story from that blog and I share it with you here. What do you think? The Room I stand in the center of the room, confused. Did they really just tell me that this paintbrush holds the key to my survival? Maybe I can chop the handle up into tiny chunks and eat them. But how long would that really last me? I needed water or better nou

Sep 23, 2020 Do you love the rain? I love a good warm rain. Not the super cold, freeze-your-fingers-off kind of rain. But the kind of rain you can run in, and splash in, and play in. The Makings of an Original Poem When Scott and I were first married, I lived in a hotel in California while he finished up his second phase of military training. I spent a lot of days in the hotel by myself as I was working remotely and didn’t have anywhere else to go. One evening, when Scott w

Sep 7, 2020 The following is a poem I wrote many moons ago when babysitting two cute little cousins. They were very energetic boys and kept me active throughout the day. After I got them to bed, I relaxed on the couch and listened to the sounds of a quiet house. Enjoy! Sleep Only a while ago their fumes died. Their tiny engines— those keep-go engines. The ones chasing and yelling changed their purrs into idle putters. Now, no squeak or hum. No wide eyes. Their fuel carries

Aug 6, 2020 Note to self: Being creative isn’t always about the act of creating. It’s surrounding yourself with things that you love, with things that inspire you, with things that remind you it’s okay to be you and enjoy the things you do. It’s about embracing your true self. Yes, this is an actual note to myself. Realization I have been having some interesting realizations about myself lately. The one I want to bring up here: I like what I like and that’s okay. What I lik

Jul 1, 2020 Say that to yourself. Out loud. “I am powerful.” Do you believe it? Do you feel the truth in it? Do you doubt it? Why? What is power? What does power mean to you? Is power strength? Is it kindness? Is it status? Is it voice? What is it? What does power mean to you? And why don’t you think you have it? Why this matters to me I have a belief that I am working to correct. That belief is that I am not enough. That I am not what others want. My voice isn’t strong eno

May 1, 2020 That’s right! Brita On Fire is now in printed book form! Remember how a couple years ago I self published a novella through Amazon Publishing on Kindle? And then earlier this year I re-released it with a brand new cover by Sydney Christensen Creations? Well, now it’s in print! Yes, that means you book lovers who don’t like books on a clunky, non-personal computer can now read it the amazing old-fashioned way—you know, turning pages, dog-earing your favorite pa

Feb 11, 2020 From my hometown of Payson, Bear Lake is 179 miles away. The road to Bear Lake is simple to follow: Drive I-15 until you get to Brigham City, exit the freeway and continue on the same road through Logan and up the Canyon. And viola! As you come over the mountain you see Bear Lake’s sparkling waters (or icy if you travel during the winter) spread out before you. We Comtes don’t take the simple or fast road. After starting out, the trip took us an estimated 5023

Feb 7, 2020 You have a story. Let me say that again. YOU have a story. Really. It’s true. It’s there. You know how I know? You’re alive. You breathe. You’re so many years old. Honestly, if you’re even a minute old, you have a story. In fact, your story began before you were born. Your story began with your parents, with your grandparents, with your great-grandparents. Okay, I digress. Some of your story you may not remember. But that’s besides the point. You are a living, b

Feb 4, 2020 I have something to admit. I have a fascination with makeup, but have done very little to satisfy that fascination. My fascination especially lies in fantasy makeup, where the makeup artist does some beautiful artwork on someone’s face. You know what I’m talking about—those mermaid looks, or glittery eyes, or unicorn styles. So, I decided to finally satisfy my fantasy makeup fascination with the help of my sister, Kelsey Holman. She studied both cosmetology and et

Jan 30, 2020 “How so?” I asked. At first, Seven didn’t say anything. He looked at his hands, as if studying them. “How so?” I demanded again. “How can you, who looks like a slave here, help me?” “I’m not a slave,” Seven said quietly. “No? Then what are you?” Seven drew in a long breath and slowly let it out. “I’m, well…” He paused. “I was supposed to be a minister, but…” “A minister?” I questioned and laughed Seven scowled. “I’m supposed to be a seven!” He narrowed his eyes

Jan 28, 2020 Naively, I thought everything would be okay when we got outside. Freedom is in the sun, right? Freedom is outside, away from what lay behind that horrible metal door, right? So wrong. Outside was fenced in, surrounded by sky-high, white brick walls. There was a giant courtyard, yes, full of lush grass and more plants that looked exotic and unfamiliar. Walkways wove through the grass with soft-looking benches lining the sides. Men and women, no children I noticed,

Jan 25, 2020 The man at the desk glared at me—not just stared—GLARED, in silence. Wondering what he was thinking and why he wasn’t answering me, I stared back, noticing his bald head and white, clean clothes. Was he wearing a one piece? Uncomfortable from all the staring and glaring, I looked away, back to the mud-colored walls and orb sconces. The place was lit, bright, but looked like the inside of a cave. The walls curved into the ceiling, creating a rounded, elongated arc

Jan 23, 2020 Ooh, it’s engagement time! If you haven’t already, check out the stories on how we met, our year of friendship, our first date, our crazy road trip to Utah Lake, and our unofficial engagement. The story begins just after Scott left for basic training. He left, and a month later I left to Michigan, where I stayed with my brother and his family, helping out a bit, working remotely, all that jazz. While Scott was in basic, he called me every Sunday. He got five minu

Jan 21, 2020 So, you got the story about how we met, and the friendship story, and the one about our first date, and even the one about the crazy trip to Utah Lake. Now the separation/almost engagement story. Saying good-bye to Scott after we had been dating for a month was so hard. We had spent so much time together, any moment we could get. And now we had to say good-bye. But not for long and now with amazing future plans. Okay, let me backtrack a little because you need to

Jan 18, 2020 If you haven’t read them already, check out my previous posts: We Met on A Five-Hour Trip to Lake Powel and Will You Marry Me? Those posts will give you the background for today’s post. After a year of friendship, Scott and I planned on, well, nothing. We didn’t expect our friendship to turn into much more than it was. But, God had something else planned. I was actually planning to move to Michigan to live with my brother. I was tired of Utah. I wasn’t dating any

Jan 16, 2020 Before you read further, check a long ago post: We Met on A Five-Hour Trip to Lake Powel. That is the day I met Scott. This post is after that. 🙂 After our loverly first meeting driving down to Lake Powel, Scott and I remained great friends. We would say, “Hi,” to each other at church. I’d ask him about his latest date. He’d tease and make things awkward, ’cause that’s what you do when you’re Scott Comte and think it’s funny…. One day, I was sitting in the cle

Jan 14, 2020 He looks cute, I thought as Scott pranced out of his house. But he’s too young, I corrected myself. Scott opened the passenger seat of my car. “I’m Scott,” he introduced. “And you’re Sara?” “Yep,” I said, “Nice to officially meet you. Do you want to put your stuff in the trunk?” Scott’s hands were full of few camping items: sleeping bag, pillow, and small bag. “Sure,” he said. “Um, Sarah,” he spoke to the other Sarah laying down in the back seat, “did you want th