Tiffany Gee Lewis
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Tiffany Gee Lewis is a freelance writer for Deseret News, where she writes the "In the Whirled column," as well as news stories. She also writes for the Minneapolis Star Tribune and is a contributor to the Friend Magazines online resources. She has done work for the Miami Herald, Austin American-Statesman, National Geographic Magazine online and the Liahona. Lewis received her undergraduate degree in journalism from Brigham Young University, where she received the Forace M. Green Award for outstanding senior in print journalism. In her sparest of spare times, she enjoys running, gardening and experimenting with the family cuisine. She lives with her husband and four sons in the Twin Cities.
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My oldest son is a pre-teen, and I realize this is where it begins, this slow separation, the way kids break away in small ways to test their independence.
Ask a child what he or she really wants from her parents, and you may be surprised by the answer.
The scriptures say the Sabbath should be a day of rest. As a young mother trying to juggle four toddlers on a church pew, followed by afternoons alone with the children while my husband made visits, the Sabbath...
If you’re like me, you carry in the back of your mind an image of the ideal mother. Maybe she keeps the house impeccably clean, or bakes bread twice a week. She has a successful career. She juggles, with ...
I struggle with how much of the world to share with my children. Do they need to know about the warfare across the globe, about slums with raw sewage, about human trafficking?
The family stories we tell our children have the power to shape their resilience and outlook for the future.
Our job as Christians is to recognize our potential without ever feeling entitled.
The modern-day parent is becoming more adept at stripping brilliance away from his or her children. We are actually dumbing down our children in their most formative years.
It’s this time of year, this chasm time between February and March, when winter begins to seem endless. The sleds are cracking. Our arsenal of winter mittens is depleted to dangerously low numbers.And I...
My first child, that poor soul, got the young mother in me. The one completely untrained, unskilled, still much of a child herself, not old enough to rent a car but old enough to be the soul caretaker of a help...