I am His Daughter

Because I Am His Daughter

I am my father’s daughter.   When I was a baby, my mom said I looked so much like him, she’d often call me “Baby Brent”, because it was like looking at a mini version of her husband.  But then […]

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Dear Ex-Whatever We Were

Okay, so this post isn’t exactly directed at guys I’ve dated in the past, and for good reason, since I doubt any of them are reading this. But, over the last couple years, I’ve developed a somewhat unusual habit with […]

Runner feet sunrise

The 12th Mile

I was running down University Avenue in Provo, blisters on my feet, sweat pouring down face, trying my best to put one foot in front of the other to finish my run and make it home.  My somewhat respectable pace […]