Amy Choate-Nielsen
Amy Choate-Nielsen is a special projects reporter for the Deseret News where she covers a variety of in-depth issues, including the environment, public welfare and education. Since joining the paper in 2004, she has covered municipal politics in Utah County as well as the west side of Salt Lake County. As a Utah transplant originally from Connecticut, Amy graduated from Brigham Young University in Provo with a degree in print journalism, a minor in English and a love of the Beehive State. She lives in the suburbs with her husband and two children.

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We went to another national park this summer for family vacation, and, just like last year, we had another meltdown. But this time, my son's crying, screaming tantrum was actually helpful.
I shattered my son's expectations one day when I admitted I do get scared sometimes. But he didn't know the half of it. Here's to all the scaredy-cats who face the world one day at a time — you can do it.
I received a gift out of the blue that was mysterious and surprising. But the present on my porch turned out to be a treasure.
My husband says when I "cheer" for my kids, it sounds more like a "scream." It's not as loud as my dad's whistle at my athletic events, but I'm going for the same message: I'm here, and I care.
I tend to store stress in my shoulders — but I wonder where my mother and my grandmother put theirs. Their strength helps me when I feel like I might snap.
As I was driving down the street a few nights ago, I realized how things change. What was foreign can become familiar. Where you once felt lost can help bring you home.
I've never liked saying goodbye. But a recent experience taught me that saying goodbye is better than the alternative — and life can still be grand.
I've always been inquisitive — so I'm putting my propensity to question everything to good use. Here are some ideas of questions you can ask yourself, your parents and your grandparents to begin recording...
My dad mailed me a stack of ribbons I won at an elementary school event I don't remember — but they still mean something special to me.
I didn't get the answers I wanted from my DNA test, but it was still fascinating to see how I am connected to my ancestors through time and distance.