Author: Willow Becker
Willow D. Becker is a writer, teacher, and mom. She lives in the middle of Utah with her husband, daughter, pug, and cat. When asked what she wants to be when she grows up, she'll just punch you right in the face. Growing up is stupid.
The (not-so) Boring Straight and Narrow Path
So, I should start with the basics: I have started acting again. This is kind of a big deal, as I felt that when I got married it wasn’t a good idea to pursue acting. There were a number of reas... Read More
Building Big Love
It takes a bit of faith to believe that kindness and love where you are—in your house, in your school, in your job—can influence Vladamir Putin or Joe Biden. ... Read More
We’ve Got a Jumper
I have always wondered what kind of person would choose to jump from a burning building. I've wondered what I would do. ... Read More
Dollars and Sand
For a second, imagine you are on a Pacific Ocean beach. The air is warm, the water cold. You sit in your beach chair, beneath your colored canopy. You are maybe eating a hotdog that is burned on the o... Read More
The Cost of Cancer.
You want to know the facts and details. The figures of what this means. I can easily rehearse the same monologue to you that I have rehearsed so many times over in so many different places. “I t... Read More
When I Went Down to the River to Pray
I had a vision. In my mind’s eye, I was with the Lord. He took me down to a beautiful river at the edge of a wide, yellow field of grass. We sat beneath a tree and talked. The Lord turned to me ... Read More
The time I forgot about physics and humanity for about 5 seconds and almost lost my feet.
I am a smart person. I grew up as a “nerd,” taking honors classes and participating in Brain Bowl where me and my nerd friends showed off our trivia skills in a winner-take-all, cage-match... Read More
Mid-Ice Crisis
I am an ice skater. To be exact, I’m a person who ice skates on a regular basis, often with a coach or a teacher. I have purchased expensive skates. I go to the skating rink 4 hours a week at mi... Read More
It All Starts With a Dot
While we were in church today, Abigail had a pad of paper and a pencil during the main sermon. I allow her this so that she stays quiet and focused, and possibly takes in some of the knowledge of the ... Read More
How to Love a Weirdo
If you’re like me (and I assume everyone in the universe is the exact same as me, since you’re all just a manifestation of my creative genius) everyone is exactly the same level of awesome. For th... Read More