Rhetoric and Reason

Put down your guns. Put down your swords. I know what you want. Just say it with words. I’ve had enough of this fight, It goes on and on. Just call me up When you’ve decided you’ve won. What is the point Of pushing us away You think you are free But no, not this way. And although it hurts To stick by your side, That’s what sisters are for. I’m here for the ride. You know it’s funny, I wrote this poem for you. It’s kind of lame, But I think it will do.

I hate reading. I hate it with every fiber of my being. Do you know why? Here is the big problem with reading: It always ends. How many more paragraphs do we have until you finish reading this? Three? Maybe four if you’re really lucky? How many more chapters until the book you’re reading ends? But we can’t stop ourselves. We gobble up the words line-by- line, page- by-page, the insatiable desire to know how it ends driving us. But then it does end. And suddenly we don’t want to know anymore, we want to go back to the not knowing so we can read it and experience it all over again. Some stories are better than others, some endings more fulfilling then others, but the feelings are mainly the same. We know the ending now. Yesterday I finished a book that made me feel just this way. Ruby Red, by Kerstin Gier was everything a book should be: confusing, daring, funny, a little sappy, and brave. I suggest everyone who loves time travel and romance to go to the nearest bookstore or li...

I have never had a collection of anything. Actually, that may not be true, as a baby my Mom collected stuffed bunnies on my behalf. As a little girl, I loved getting out all of my bunnies and taking turns sleeping with them each. When I grew out of the bunnies, I moved onto quarters—but that didn’t stay long; I ended up spending more than I saved. And then one day, we received a pamphlet in the mail for a stamp collection. The pamphlet invited the reader to fill out a simple form to receive a stamp collection starter kit, complete with 12 sets of stamps ranging from the late 50’s to present day. With the help of my mother I filled out the form and sent away for my stamp collection.             Two weeks later I received my stamps, in a neat package labeled with my name and address. It was the first real package I had ever received, and I was ecstatic. The contents of that package became my very own treasures, I got to unwrap and ...

10 People I am Grateful for: 1. My Mom 2. My Dad 3. My brother Calvin 4. My other brother Lincoln 5. My little sister Quincy 6. My ancestor Ralph Houghton, who came over from England in the early 1700's 7. My roommate Bailey 8. My wonderful Grandpa Bailey 9. My first Mission President, who taught me so much about kindness and obedience 10. My second Mission President, who trusted me as a leader 10 Places I'm Grateful for: 1. My childhood home in New York 2. The home I grew up in, in Chicago 3. The house in London I lived in for 3 years 4. The mission office in Salt Lake City 5. Barcelona in the summer 6. BYU campus in the Fall 7. Hyde Park in London, where my family would have picnics and play games 8. In the Temple 9. Cuddling on the couch with a good book and the twinkly lights 10. A bookstore 10 Books I Love: 1. Harry Potter 2. The Book of Mormon 3. The New Testament 4. Percy Jackson and the Olympians 5. The Book Thief 6. Fire 7. Pride and Prej...

1. Please remember that not everything has to be perfect. You are a perfectionist---which isn't a bad thing---but if you make it the only thing you focus on, it will become debilitating. 2. Don't forget your goals. Remember why you're working towards your goals. You're doing it for self-improvement, to push yourself, to develop skills that will stay with you for eternity. Your goals are important, don't give up on them for anything. 3. You cannot go back. If we could go back, we would be 12 forever. Or 6. Those were good ages, weren't they? But you can't, so don't waste time wishing, go and out work. Go out and fix the problem. Be pro-active for the future, instead of wasting time in yesterday. 4. It's okay to love Disney until the day you die. Don't listen to Mom and Dad, it's not weird to love Disney movies. It's awesome. 5. Somethings are just not worth getting mad over. It's a small Mormon world, and you'll probab...

I moved to London when I was 10.  The company my Dad worked for at the time had him opening up a new office in their London branch. So we moved and lived there for 3 years. Whenever people ask me about myself, or where I'm from, I have a hard time deciding if I should share this experience with them. Because of my Dad's job, we lived all over the place. I've lived in New York, London, Chicago, and now Utah. I'm not really from anywhere.  And this isn't a story about how that wandering childhood fills me with sadness for a longing for home---I don't mind having lived all over the place---it just makes the question a little harder to answer. I usually just say I grew up in a lot of places, but then people want to know where. Which brings up my problem: to tell or not to tell? On the one hand, London was a big part of my life. I had the opportunity to travel, I went to an International School, I still talk to some of the people I grew up with. It was a...