Tuesday, March 7, 2023

I Miss...

 

Being the fun young dad I was  

When any plan – an outing, a movie, a special treat – made our kids so excited

Being welcomed home from work by kids running to the door to greet me

Pillow fights

“Cover-up,” when I’d cover one of our sick kids in blankets and stuffed animals when we were home sick

Stuffed animals

Bedtime stories

“Book Night,” when I’d read a stack of books and our kids always wanted just one more read to them

Going to the library

Knowing that each night, all of us were home together

Sleep-overs in our kids’ bedrooms

Not having to compete with homework, schedules, outside-the-house plans

Singing “Feed the Birds” to our kids at bedtime

Blogging and in other ways recording our young family’s happenings

Going through so many new stages for each kid, four times in a row

Planning our kids’ Halloween costumes

Trick-or-treating as a family

Surprising my family by coming home for lunch

Playing basketball on Joshua’s hoop

Building Legos with my kids, especially Isaac

German lessons with Amelia

Caroline’s “love-sick” phase

Watching cartoons at my office

Neighborhood walks and bike rides

Building a snowman

Working with Play-Doh

Easily agreeing on a family movie, like “The Secret Garden”

Painting on six canvases on our back deck

Drawing with my kids

Introducing my kids to shows and songs from my childhood

Rafi’s “Snows are Falling on Douglas Mountain”

Bath-time and bubble baths

Being my kids’ hero, and – selfishly – a center of their little world

Seeing mom bask in so many creative projects for our little kids

Saturday, October 3, 2020

Into the Deep - Out on a Limb - No Risk, No Reward - Pick Your Slogan

It's been ages since I last posted, but not many days go by when I do not think about my blog. I miss writing. I miss having more time to reflect, ponder, and write. This is just a new phase of life when needs and demands and interests are different, more pressing, less flexible, and whatever else.

Also, being candid: I did some of my best blogging while at my old job. Blogging on lunch hour and - ok, fine! - extended lunch hour was a treasure. 

But I still read a lot. This week a stack of ripped-from-magazine leaflets and Xerox'd pages from books called for my attention. This materials haven't seen the light of day in years. One quote really hit me, though, and I want to share it. It's from the musician Sting, and his contribution to a book is titled Let Your Soul Be Your Bookie:


"I sometimes think that we men seek thrills because we don't always have the courage to take real risks, whether they're the emotional risks necessary in successful personal relationships or practical ones, as in changing jobs.

"True risk, that sudden leap into cold water, can carry you into a state of grace. Coincidences, synchronicity, chance, karmic charm - it doesn't matter what you call it, there's a positive force that intervenes to cover your back. Things click. It makes sense because true risk is the only thing that forces spiritual and emotional growth so immediately, so dramatically.

"In my life, there's always been a connection between risk and luck. A lot of people approach risk as if it's the enemy, when it's really fortune's accomplice. A risk you take may seem ridiculous to other people. But risk isn't random or rash when it's a necessity.

"It always has impressed me that the Chinese pictogram for crisis is identical to the one for opportunity. I'm convinced that taking risks redeems, restores, and reinvents. So the next time you're overwhelmed by curiosity, or the prospect of change makes your stomach heave and the ground beneath your feet rumble, my advice is: Don't look back

"Risk is sitting on your shoulder, my friend. Nothing in your life is beyond redemption. Dive into that cold water. All bets are off."

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Over the next three months, as a frequent non-risk taker, I'd love to write about the times when I did take risks: 

why, when, how did I feel before, how did I feel after? 

What initially held me back? 

What prompted me to proceed? 

What were the outcomes? 

Looking back, would I say that the risks were worth all of the fraught feelings and planning and others' expectations? 

Would I do anything differently?

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Ditched: A Love-Hate Story

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So said, theoretically at least, my long-running To-Do List.

I started 2020 with a resolution to ditch my to-do list. Going back to at least 2012, I had kept a weekly running to-do list on my work laptop, tracking projects that were due. I started each week by tallying projects and meetings in an e-mail that I'd then send to myself. This handy reminder soon broke the dam, as I began to:

1) add a plethora of non-work items to the to-do list, such as items to keep track of on the home front and at church;

and, perhaps more egregiously,  

2) update the to-do list multiple times each day, crossing off items electronically and e-mailing the new list to myself. 

It was clear to me, throughout this process, that my zest for keeping this to-do list was like a fever that refused to break. It dominated a lot of my time. I thought it was making me more productive - if not necessarily more efficient - and perhaps I could make a strong argument that I was more productive for keeping a running tally. 

That's all ancient history now, so no use recapping or defending this in more detail. I ditched my to-do list at work at the beginning of this year, and it's so refreshing. I am more efficient and productive; I can feel the change. 

Also, I can feel a sense of being less beholden to both keeping a list at all, and to maintaining it with the frequency that I used to apply to these to- do lists. I definitely don't miss my to-do list, and I get back an allotment of time each day, so that's a win.

Friday, January 24, 2020

Where to Begin?

What have I done to my blog? 

For many years, it had been a source of tremendous joy, a creative outlet, and a way to chronicle my family's ups and downs. The blog recorded the mundane, the funny, the frustrating, and the hopes of us Wilson Warriors. It still could, of course.  

Last night was my birthday dinner with Becky and our four kids sitting around our dining room table on loan from her parents. My wife asked me, "What words best describe you?" The easiest ones: husband, dad, son, believer, worker, friend, reader.

And then, with no forced melancholy in my voice but real, true longing, I added: writer. 


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Writing has been a powerful outlet, a solace, a passion for many years. I'd lose myself in high school when I got home by firing up my dad's Apple desktop computers. Writing, both academic and personal, continued with a flare through college, and one of the best pieces of advice I have ever actually taken was when my friend Jenny Richardson advised me to keep a journal during my Junior Year Abroad in Germany. Speaking of her: I regret that we lost touch 15 years ago. She was a great friend for a time of life. We bonded over German stuff, weird art films, the Red Sox, 

I continued journaling and personal writing for the two years I lived at my parents' home after college - partly as creative expression, partly to ward off the loneliness I felt as I saw others move ahead on life's milestones, partly as a way to try to figure out who I was. Same thing for the first two years of living in the Boston area. And when blogging became a thing many years ago, I eagerly jumped aboard, dovetailing as it did with starting a family and wanting to record the many moments of life with newborns, infants, toddlers, and little kids. It's all such rich material.

Reviewing these times of life when I had both time and passion to write makes me realize that I've been wrong for a while now. Occasionally over the past few years, I'd post to my blog about not having the time to write. While that may have been true, it was not the full story, and inherently I knew it was not the total picture. As it relates to my blog, last year my oldest daughter started asking me to be much more sensitive about what photos of her I post online. I've tried to honor that. In doing so, it's had a ripple effect for what I post online about all of my kids. Being more mindful of their social media profile has been so important, and it comes with a cost, as it's virtually eliminated a tremendous resource for much of my blogging. So, okay, that is another reason why my writing has dwindled. But I'll take my kids' concerns and honoring their wishes over plastering their life story without their permission any day.  

But these legit reasons aside, I was dishonest with myself, placing all of the blame on one reason (no time) or several reasons (time, privacy) so as not to expose and confront something less savory and more in my control about writing: passion.

Maybe my passion for writing is gone. I didn't want to admit it, because it would reveal something about myself that I didn't want to confront: that I may be moving on from writing, at least for a season of life. It's a loss. It's akin to a person who used to get tremendous joy and fulfillment and purpose in running, then being sidelined by a nagging injury or another life-gets-in-the-way reason, only to return to running and find that the passion has gone out. 

Writing has been a foundational piece of my identity. So what does it mean for my identity when writing fades from view? And while time is a resource I can point to and say, "I can carve out X  amount once a week to write," passion is a resource that is harder to quantify and, thus, work toward improving. Maybe I'm wrong on that. Maybe I'm looking for an excuse to soften the blow of dwindling passion? 

Case in point: I started a draft in the fall of 2019 about the demise of the Soviet Union. I never returned to complete the draft, which I scheduled to post in December 2019. Weeks after it posted, I returned to my blog to see it there in its unfinished, messy state - and I have done nothing to correct it.   

It's not clear to me what this means for my family's blog. Maybe this is a season of life where I place writing on a shelf. Maybe some other burgeoning foundational piece of my identity takes precedent, filling in the space on my calendar and in my soul where writing used to hold near-permanent status. 

Time (and passion) will tell.

The longing for something gone will always be familiar.

Thursday, December 26, 2019

The End of the USSR

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An article earlier this year about HBO's miniseries Chernobyl contained several historical gems. "The world is fortunate that the Soviet Union is gone," the opening paragraph thunderously asserted. 

"From its inception, the Soviet Union was governed by a fundamentally psychotic regime that over successive generations was unable to comprehend reality, process information, or see beyond its own fevered and paranoid outlook. Chernobyl was a shock to the global system for many reasons, but not least because it was a terrifying reminder of what life might look like if the Kremlin and its authoritarian system of bureaucrats and policemen ever succeeded in ruling the rest of the world.

"Lenin and his comrades were European intellectuals who stumbled into power after 'years of sitting in isolation and making up schemes for Communist revolution,' asserted historian Dmitri Volkogonov. Once they captured a state, however, they were determined to keep it, and a regime founded by chance and based on a lie soon began to believe in its own infallibility. 'Socialism' and 'communism' were just words; the power and survival of the Soviet Communist Party were paramount. No one life was of any particular importance."

Friday, November 1, 2019

What a Let-Down: Book Review

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This book, That We May Be One: A Gay Mormon's Perspective on Faith & Family, came out [ahem] to much acclaim in the Mormon Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints community almost two years ago. I bought it from the Deseret Book store in downtown Salt Lake City during a particularly rough stretch of time in spring 2018, when I was living and working in Utah while Becky and our four kids were still in New England packing up our home and life. 

The book's author, Tom Christofferson, is a younger brother to Elder D. Todd Christofferson, one of our church's 12 Apostles. That family link has led to a lot more attention on this book than it might have received if it were written by a relative no-name. Other books on the subject of our Church and LGBTQ+ issues have hit bookshelves over the years, highlighting the growing awareness of how church policy and culture impact the personal lives of queer Saints, and how some queer Saints try to find their way in our church and culture. I have an abiding interest in that topic for several personal reasons, and I have my own perspective on this subject, some of which I've shared here over time. 

So it was with great enthusiasm that I bought this book. Also, my wife's aunt, who kindly let me stay at her home as I bounced around living with relatives so as not to overstay my welcome, had read this book and recommended it. Here's my quick take:

1) I sorely wished I had loaned this book from a library instead of buying it.

2) Tom quickly and often writes his parents onto a pedestal of hagiography, without giving much substance to the why and how they were so loving and supportive of him as he struggled to acknowledge his homosexuality, then live his life as an openly gay man with another man. It was a lot of details-be-darned "they were angels" mumbo-jumbo. 
  
3) Along those lines, Tom barely acknowledges any hard conversations or difficulties in how his parents and siblings navigated having a gay son/brother. As I remember it, Tom wrote exactly once about a brief period of time when he and his parents did not speak. Why I remember this is because it was such an anomaly: most LGBTQ+ people go through prolonged periods of familial strife as they come out. Tom did too, but you'd barely know it by his two or three lines that faintly acknowledge any trying periods in his family's life.

4) His spiritual insights - such as about how his trial has helped him realize the truth of a loving God who is aware of each of us - were interesting to read. Unfortunately, most were almost nothing that a reader would not find in a conference talk from his brother, or his brother's fellow Apostles Elder Holland and President Uchtdorf, who have spoken lovingly and movingly about our queer sisters and brothers. 

5) Items two through four, taken together, led me to the conclusion that Tom was trying too hard not to ruffle anyone's feathers. By omitting the hard truths and lived experiences whether for personal or church relations or general PR reasons, maybe for all three - Tom left me frustrated, more than enlightened or uplifted. He could have done even more service to queer Saints, whether adults or youth, by sharing some of the hardships in a level of detail that is sorely lacking in this "everything is roses" autobiography. Grrrrr!   

It's as if the theme of this book is, "Everything is just grand as an adult gay man in a church where he cannot marry his same-sex partner! And it will all work out in the end, somehow, someway! Just have faith. Just find happiness in the love and support of family members, even if you cannot get it from your partner. Trials can bring blessings." These all-too-common platitudes can only get you so far, and since they are so common in our church culture, they are plug-and-play aphorisms that are the equivalent of white bread: fluffy, nutrition-deficient filling. Bah Humbug!    

A disclaimer: Other family members have read Tom's book, including my brother- and sister-in-law. They've shared how, after reading this book, they have tried to emulate Tom's parents' efforts to be loving and supportive to their own children, my nephews and nieces. So, all is not lost, and other people have taken gems from this book that I have not, or at least did not on my first reading. 

Why? Partly because a book speaks to each person differently. And also, likely because my brother- and sister-in-law were reading it as the parents of youth who have challenges as they grow into teenage-hood and adulthood, though none of their challenges (to my knowledge) have to do with non-straight sexual identities. But I read this book as someone who does have that as part of who I am. Thus, we approached the same book from different on-ramps, and so our take-away's are different. I was looking and hoping for a lot more substance on how Tom struggled with his identity, and with reconciling it to his faith, and how he grappled with being gay and being a Latter-day Saint, because that would have been particularly interesting and hitting home for me.        

My last take-away's: I am glad that Tom chose to share, in very general terms, his life's story on such a timely and fraught and important topic. I really hope Tom writes a follow-up book about his work with LGBTQ+ youth through Encircle, or what he has learned and heard from others who have read his book. This was Tom's first book, so maybe he has learned in the time since that the need to be more forthcoming and vulnerable can be crucial to LGBTQ+ Saints and their family members, the main target-audience for his book. 

Monday, September 30, 2019

30 Days, 30 Church Talks

Confession Time: I am horrible at reading my scriptures on a daily / frequent basis. My mind just cannot get around the jumble of King's English wording. Even when I read a talk by an apostle or other speaker from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and that speaker quotes a scripture in her or his talk, my eyes glaze over the scripture references and my mind wanders until the speaker returns to contemporary language. 

Anyone else have this problem? Is it a phobia? :-) 

To marginally improve my long-shot odds of making it to the Promised Land, I have from time to time sought to read any religious materials, such as our church's Ensign magazine or Church News, but especially the aforementioned talks by apostles and general authorities and women in leadership. I've scoured the Internet and bookmarked sites like BYU-Idaho's collection of devotional addresses, Googled "favorite LDS church talks," [back when we could refer to our church by that acronym], and read or listen to talks that friends link to on Facebook.    

My pièce de résistance is an Excel spreadsheet, titled "Collected Church Talks," which I started about 4 years ago. Here is an image of this master work:



I am an Excel-phile to the -enth degree. I love tinkering with spreadsheets, adding filters and sorting and utilizing features like Conditional Formatting and Formulas to track files I've created, like one that tracks all of the books I've read in my lifetime; our family's finances; and places I would like to visit. 

So, late this summer, when my daily spiritual routine was severely lagging, I turned to this spreadsheet to identity, print out, and read a church talk each day in September 2019. It was a wonderful exercise, and aside for one day, I was consistent at this daily spiritual exercise. Most often, I would read the talk in the morning, but a few times my schedule shunted this off until late at night. A highlighter was by my side so I could mark up particular passages that resonated with my heart and mind. 

Below is the full list of talks I read, with its title and author, in order starting with September 1st's talk: 

1. God is the Gardener, by Hugh B. Brown 
2. The Love of God, by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf
3. The University and the Kingdom of God, J. Spencer Fluhman
4. Banishing All Shadows, by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
5. Shipshape and Bristol Fashion: Be Temple Worthy in Good Times and Bad Times, by Elder Quentin L. Cook
6. You Know Enough, by Elder Neil L. Andersen
7. Loving Our Neighbors, by BYU Professor D. Carolina Nunez
8. Saving Your Life, by Elder D. Todd Christofferson
9. Continually Holding Fast to the Rod of Iron, by Daniel L. Johnson
10. Finding Peace in Imperfection, by Elizabeth Lloyd Lund
11. Spiritual Rehabilitation, by Ron Simmons
12. Worthy of Our Promised Blessings, by Linda S. Reeves
13. Zion in the Midst of Babylon, by David R. Stone
14. The Wondrous Restoration, by Neal A. Maxwell
15. The Y on the Mountain, by BYU President Kevin J. Worthen
16. Developing Good Judgment, and Not Judging Others, by Gregory Schwitzer
17. Lift Where You Stand, by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf
18. "Abide in My Love" by Elder D. Todd Christofferson
19. Father: Your Role, Your Responsibility, by Elder L. Tom Perry
20. Faith is Not By Chance, But By Choice, by Elder Neil L. Andersen
21. The Currant Bush, by Hugh B. Brown
22. Fasting With Power, by Shayne M. Bowen
23. Fathersby Elder D. Todd Christofferson
24. Have I Received an Answer From the Spirit? by Jay E. Jensen
25. Be Not Afraid, Only Believe, by President Gordon B. Hinckley
26. The Doctrinal Foundation of the Auxiliaries, by Elder Richard G. Scott
27. Fatherhood, an Eternal Calling, by Elder L. Tom Perry
28. Always Retain a Remission of Your Sins, by Elder David A. Bednar
29a. Daddy Sunday, by Damian Idiart 
29b. Family Councils, by Elder M. Russell Ballard
30. Understanding the Importance of Scripture Study, by Elder David A. Bednar


A few parting comments: #26 was my least-favorite talk; I found it dry and struggled to see how its content could relate to my current spiritual needs. I loved talks #1, #2, #10, #14, #16, #17, #20, and #22. I read two talks (#29a and #29b) on the same day, because 29a was really an Ensign short article, but it was great! #21 was kind of a cheat, since it is a digested snippet of talk #1. 

And talk #7 is an awesome talk that resonates with my life for several important reasons. 

If I had had more time, I would have added a very brief note about my key take-away for each talk. Instead, I just encourage you to read any of these that stand out as of interest to you!

Saturday, August 17, 2019

Intermountain LifeFlight tour


A few weeks ago, some people in my department took an afternoon off from work. We toured the Intermountain Healthcare LifeFlight facility, which is located near the Salt Lake City International Airport. It was fascinating! There was so much about the LifeFlight program that I was not aware of: the number of flights each year; the cost to purchase and maintain aircraft; the training involved for flight operators and on-board physicians. It really helped to connect my routine, day-to-day work with my employer's mission. For that reason alone, this was such a worthwhile visit.   

Friday, July 12, 2019

Poor Imitation of an Iconic Pose

While in Boston in June, we had only a handful of days where the weather cooperated long enough for us to be outside. Yeah, it rained all day, every day, for days on end. But toward the end of my time there - Becky and our kids stayed a week longer - we went to a mini-golf place in my parents' town. It was a great outing, and a nice venue. Ashamedly, this place has been open for years, but we simply never knew of it until after we moved away. 

On the mini-golf course, my wife jokingly instructed each of us to make silly poses. I'm trying to honor my kids' privacy in a better, more consistent way than in the past, so I won't post their silliness so as not to embarrass them online. But my pose? Here goes! With very little time wasted, I thought of the iconic stage pose of the late showman Freddie Mercury:

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And here is my lame imitation of that legendary stance:


The angle is wrong, my right leg should be more in line with my left, my mini-golf club subbing as the mic stand is far too slanted, and my raised right arm should be straighter (tongue-in-cheek choice of words for a man who was not straight). For anyone who has read my blog the last few years, my admiration for Mercury is a long-standing thing. It felt right to immediately select his pose as my pose in this moment, a way to commemorate him and also be a fun dad participating in silly antics with my kids.  

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

A View on Christianity, from a former Catholic Priest

When I lived in Boston, reading The Boston Globe was a daily delight. It felt like a very New England thing to do, especially in an age when most people had turned to digital sources for their news. I refused to go whole-hog down that route. There is something grounding about holding a newspaper in your hands, flipping the pages, ruffling the sections, and getting newsprint on your fingertips.

Call me old-fashioned. I've heard it before. I don't care.


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The Globe was the newspaper that first broke the Catholic priest sex abuse of children scandal in the early 2000's. It was sickening to read about religious figures abusing minors and higher-up church officials not only being aware of these atrocities but moving sexual abusers from parish to parish as whispers and suspicions and allegations grew louder about certain priests. 

One voice among the many who rained Armageddon flame (to quote Green Day's Holiday) on this scandal was Globe columnist and former Roman Catholic priest James Carroll. This post isn't about Carroll's coverage of the crisis. Instead, Carroll was recently in the news for writing a headline article for The Atlantic that called for a revolution from within the Catholic Church, led by lay people and ordinary congregants at the back pews, to return the institution from its current clericalism ways to its allegedly original structure.

One thing that I, myself a former Catholic, was not aware of was this wonderful passage, which Carroll cited in his essay:

"Christianity was very different at the beginning," Carroll began. "The first reference to the Jesus movement in a non-Biblical source comes from the Jewish Roman historian Flavius Josephus, writing around the same time that the Gospels were taking form. Josephus described the followers of Jesus simply as 'those that loved Him at the first and did not let go of their affection for Him.'"

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Carroll ended his controversial call to arms by writing, "The Church, whatever else it may be, is not the organizational apparatus. It is a community of memory, keeping alive the story of Jesus Christ. The Church is an in-the-flesh connection to Him - or it is nothing. The Church is the fellowship of those who follow Him, of those who seek to imitate Him - a fellowship, to repeat the earliest words ever used about us, of those that loved Him at the first and did not let go of their affection for Him."  

I simply love that phrase! It is beautiful in its simplicity, a magnificent summation of what the first followers of Jesus felt for Him, even after He died. Their devotion to Him was so strong that not even death could break it. 

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My oldest daughter's Girls Camp 2019 is coming up in a few weeks. The girls will each receive a woven bracelet with the acronym "HWLF" to wear. It stands for "He Will Love First." I am struck by these two vastly different episodes that both use the words "love" and "first." It's like a little act of grace.  

I believe that God and Jesus Christ knew us first before we came to earth, that they and Heavenly Mother have loved us from the eternal get-go. They love us perfectly, even though we're not perfect and return that love imperfectly. I'd like to think that, upon first hearing about Jesus as a young child, that I loved Him and loved learning that He loved me. My mom deserves all of the credit for instilling faith in God from a young age in me. 

I'd like to think that, through my decades of life, my affection for Him - while it has ebbed and flowed - has been palpable, apparent, to both me and Him. I never gave in fully to doubt, though I have had serious questions on matters of faith. I never completely abandoned or cast aside the importance of religion in my life. All that said, I am supremely conscious of the fact that I can do more to increase my love for them and my need for their guidance in my life, and my family's lives. I wish to do what I can to not let go of my affection for Him, and to teach my four little children how to have affection for Him.