Roasting Mike

Back in nineteen hundred and forty-five,
there clucked a headless chicken still alive.
Each May the story must again be told
how Miracle Mike lived till two years old.
Mother-in-law thought dinner she would like,
so out went Farmer Lloyd to chase down Mike.

As a five month old Wyandotte chicken,
he did not want to be finger-lickin’.
But the farmer swung his axe in the air
and soon Mike noticed his head was not there.
The axe left one ear and jugular vein,
and still intact was the stem of his brain.
Not only did he not die, the real shock
came when the bird still liked to walk and squawk.

If you don’t believe me, read the Wiki.
(if you still have your head, don’t be picky.)
Farmer Lloyd used an eye dropper to care
and feed Mike through the same hole he breathed air.
Mike liked corn and water and milk to eat,
still wanting to peck at food near his feet.
His morning sounds were like a gurgled yawn
’cause with no head he could not crow at dawn.
Mike grew famous, featured in Time and Life,
the controversy causing public strife.

For twenty-five cents, they could look and see
Mike the Headless Chicken strutting with glee.
Earning four thousand per week at his height,
Mike’s story ended tragically one night
when without his head he began to choke
and Farmer Lloyd was left a lonely bloke.
After eighteen months of some touring fun,
Mike the Headless Chicken was finally done.

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Mexican Food aka Corn Dog

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Tricycle

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Girls Night

After work today, I drove my mom and Jess to Arkansas to visit mom’s friends from for-always and to visit my father’s grave.

It was my first time to drive back through here since my father died, by myself without my brother.

I was cranky about the trip last night, and anxious about being able to get all my work done before we left, and I think underneath it all, that was what it was really making me sad.

It was a quiet drive, with Jess taking a nap and mom resting before all the fun.

I was glad they were with me, and glad I was with them. This is how it should be, a family together.

There was plenty of time for thinking, pondering, and reflecting over the miracles of the last few years.

In a few weeks, it will be two years since my first cochlear implant. I almost can’t believe it. It seems like forever, and it seems like yesterday, all at once. I have my writings and notes that tell me of my experiences and who took care of me, but I have very little memory of it. The people that cared for me are like a dream, and I am shy of them when I see them in real life. But I do love the sounds I have heard, most of them, and I am grateful for new ways to communicate. I appreciate my independence, though I am always grateful for the relief that comes when an interpreter’s hands fly.

Today, when my mom is getting her hair made up all fancy, I ask the lady to scrub my head, to rub it and scrub it, in a most intimate way – not a sensual intimate, but a knowing intimate. My scars are big and long, and my skull still aches there, and my scalp wants relief. She is kind, and I tell her so.

I cry, on accident, the kind of tear we shed when another soul touches our scars.

There is also the miracle of the house, and how it has provided for us, from shelter to food storage to me having the opportunity to care for mom after her spine surgery… and the miracles of her healing beyond medical expectations. These are gifts of orchestration greater than ourselves, and they are only now beginning to bloom.

There is the miracle of these very roads, which I drove again and again those final months of my father’s life, and the miracle of the atonement that paved the way.

There is the miracle of my brother falling in love with my best friend from high school, and the priesthood being restored to my family, and him being sealed in the temple to her, and their children being gathered also. They delight me and amuse me, and I love them, and have learned far more from them than I ever knew I would.

I think of all the miracles, my family is my favorite one.

As it turns out, my family is the best part of my life.

Tonight my mom’s friend since second grade did her hair and scrubbed my head while Jess played with the woman’s grandchildren in the backyard. It is a perfect memory she will always have, a memory like I have of my own grandmother.

This is the miracle of family, of mothers and daughters, of the restoration of things as they should be, of the orchestrating of things as they we created to be.

It makes me happy.

When mom’s hair is done, we will go to dinner for girl’s night, and talk and laugh and play.

It is a break from work (which begins again early tomorrow), and a quick trip away from home, and a reunion of loved ones, and a celebration of all ages and the experiences we have had along the way. This is where wisdom is born, where knowledge is passed from mother to daughter to grand-daughter. This is when roots are planted, heirlooms of the heart are sewn, and happiness begins to sprout.

They tease me about my boyfriend, and his upcoming visit, and how exciting it is that he will be here again soon. I won’t talk about it much yet, because it is his story and my story, and because some things are worth doing well. And also because it makes me smile, and I lose my words.

When dinner is finished, we will visit my father again.

The timing seems right before this boy comes here.

I have things to tell my father, and to ask him.

But first we are going for Mexican food.

Because it’s Girls’ Night and way past time for chips.

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Naptime Hit Quite Suddenly

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Watching “Hello, Dolly”

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Home From Work Early

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Children’s Behavioral Health Conference!

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Book of Mormon Essays

By request, a new tab has been added at the top of the blog for a new page you can click on to get to the Book of Mormon essays quickly by book and chapter (SEE HERE).  That page will be updated as the ebook is edited and updated, and notice will be made there when it is available.

These essays are still available on the app under the “Book of Mormon” category.

Thank you!

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How to Choose a Mate

Perhaps love is the process of my gently leading you back to yourself.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

That is not to say that someone else should rescue you or give meaning to your life, but it is to say that when we love well and are loved well, we become more of our true selves, the selves we were created to be, something more than our self alone.

When I have young girls who think they are in love come in to my office, or young women who are scared they might actually be, or older women who have forgotten they have been and still are, there is always a specific handout that I teach them, read to them, make them read to me, and send home with them to memorize in their hearts. I teach it to them earlier, if they have mothers who are awake and alert and participating.

It’s the “How to Choose a Mate” handout by my favorite Jungian author, Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I have blogged it before, but it is time to share it again.

These girls in my office are not ready for marriage yet, and most of them know this. But the choice comes long before marriage unfolds, and we all know that at some point the person we marry will be someone we have dated. That does not mean we should skip enjoying the dating phase for a future that may or may not come tomorrow, but it does mean we should choose well at the beginning.

So this is not an eternal-marriage handout, but it is a learn-who-to-date handout.

I think every young lady should read it, and talk about it with the grown-ups in her life.

This evening I got trapped by my family into confirming the news that after many weeks of
epistolary introduction, I officially have a boyfriend.

By “trapped”, I mean that I spontaneously blurted it out.

My five year old niece promptly responded with, “well, it’s about time!”

She then proceeded to explain that she is only five, and has already had a boyfriend her whole life.

This was news to me, and news big enough to hold family council about dating, even if she is only five.

The things on this handout are the things I would want all my nieces to know. This is what I will teach my nieces (and my daughters) in normal and appropriate settings as the opportunities arise as they grow and learn and become young women and ask questions about who to date and who to marry. These are conversations that should happen long before marriage, conversations needed at some level even if you are only five.

There is more I will share with them, and teach them, about choosing someone of the covenant, and about Temple blessings, about the many, many scripture verses and principles available to show us the way, and all of these sacred things that we all teach our girls. For us with those commitments, these things should already be understood (even at five). But within the context of those guidelines already given, here are the other pieces I would add, will add, do add as I teach the young women in my life about who to marry by choosing carefully who to date… and how to know when they have found someone not only worthy of the priesthood he holds, but also someone worthy of her.

Choose someone as though you were blind.

See what you can feel of their capacity for kindness, insight, devotion, ability to be concerned; their ability to care for themselves as an independent being and their willingness to care for you (about you) as a companion

Choose someone with the ability to learn.

Choose someone who is willing to be like you.

Shared values, morals, and goals. His projects are things you are willing to support (morally, financially, physically, emotionally, etc.), and he is willing to support the things important to you. He is able to be both strong and sensitive, tough and fragile… like a tree which is flexible in the wind, bending, but not breaking (sensitive defined as the ability to be alert to things around oneself)

Choose someone who when you hurt them, they feel pain and are willing to show it. (Say sorry!) And when they hurt you and you show pain, they are able to see your pain and they feel sorry.

Choose someone who has an inner life, who has something they love (hobby, spirituality, passion), who is on their own journey and sees you as a sojourner.

Someone who prays, studies the scriptures, testifies, and utilizes his priesthood in power (more than just holding it); someone who has their own activities, projects, and plans; someone who understands that you need your own time, friendships, and projects (though spouse is the primary relationship) and that these things nourish you

Has the ability to be separate as well as together, where there can be merging and separation without breaking the bond that exists between two people :

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you…
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
~ Kahlil Gibran on Marriage

Choose someone who has similar passions as your own.

Passions defined as qualities of relationship vital to keeping the relationship healthy. It can be simple, like walking around the block every night after dinner. Also, make memories together, and create your own rituals, participate in shared playtime activities outside of parenting or other roles.

Choose someone with similar values as you.

Family roles, childbearing, childrearing, religion, roots, roles, money – work out these issues before making long term decisions; someone who is able to be flexible on these issues as needed specific to your individual circumstances, while remaining in the bounds of the values you agree upon together

Choose someone who is compassionate.

Who is willing, able to listen, who gives equal time, who is kind, who is respectful, who is generous, who is an active participator

Choose someone who can laugh at themselves.

Especially in times of conflict or difficult learning; practices learning to stop an argument in mid-sentence

Choose someone who is able to overlook certain faults and characteristics.

Know what characteristics you can live with, and avoid characteristics that take the person away from their soul life (i.e., addictions, lethargy, not trying, “stagnant”, getting stuck, not participating)

“There are many qualities you will want to look for in a friend or a serious date–to say nothing of a spouse and eternal companion–but surely among the very first and most basic of those qualities will be those of care and sensitivity toward others, a minimum of self-centeredness that allows compassion and courtesy to be evident. ‘That best portion of a good man’s life [is] his . . . kindness,’ said Mr. William Wordsworth (‘Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey’ [1798], lines 33–35). There are lots of limitations in all of us that we hope our sweethearts will overlook. I suppose no one is as handsome or as beautiful as he or she wishes, or as brilliant in school or as witty in speech or as wealthy as we would like, but in a world of varied talents and fortunes that we can’t always command, I think that makes even more attractive the qualities we can command–such qualities as thoughtfulness, patience, a kind word, and true delight in the accomplishment of another. These cost us nothing, and they can mean everything to the one who receives them.”
~ Elder Holland

Choose someone you can be friends with beyond your roles as spouses, parents, or cohabitators.

Choose someone who makes your life bigger rather than smaller.

They do not shame you, embarrass you (on purpose), humiliate you, say negative things about you in public, or criticize you (and neither should you squash his spirit). He strengthens you, uplifts you, edifies you, encourages you, and celebrates you (as you should for him).

“One good yardstick as to whether a person might be the right one for you is this: in her presence, do you think your noblest thoughts, do you aspire to your finest deeds, do you wish you were better than you are?”
~ President Ezra Taft Benson

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