Table for Eight

  For the many, many friends we've shared this story with previously, I should add a disclaimer: this is my BIG FISH story. Over the years, it gets bigger and bigger. If some of the details reported here seem new, they very well may be. (ABCs of me, baby.) PS: I know this post will probably raise some eyebrows, but I'm okay with that. My favorite writers/readers are people who just give it to me straight . I appreciate real-life vs. fantasy. So for those of you who are really good at working through conflict with the people you love, I say AMEN to you. And to those of you that are like me, and sometimes completely unpredictable and inconsistent with your conflict resolution skills, this one's for you. ****** "Dave and Dawn's Best Fight Ever "   Shortly after Dave finished graduate school at BYU, we moved our family of 5 to Los Angeles, California. And for a period of time we stayed with family in order to save money and find somewh...

As I sit down to write this morning there's this ONE housefly that won't stop bugging me. And I mean bugging. Like, I'm seriously beginning to get angry at this fly. Now, I'm a person that has some experience with flies. To be brutally honest, most campsites in the game of Survivor have a bazillion flies and bugs . For reals. And the longer you are on the island--aka, "in the game"--the more you SEE how the lack of proper sanitation takes a toll on the environment. (If you get my drift. Ha! That's funny.) Anyway, my point!  Because Survivor players don't have access to running water, soap, trashcans, towels, a toliet ... there are a lot of flies, ants, and other critters that become pretty constant companions to the players. So, my point! I've been around a TON of insects, so I really should be able to handle ONE flippin' housefly. So, this has me thinking--since I love metaphors ... Maybe flies are a metaphor for ....