Blogging has been hard for me lately. I have so many thoughts and opinions, so many ideas and snippets of stories, but none of them…
Author: Vibeke Hiatt
Garden of Belonging
Parched, cracked slabs of grey-brown earth reaching to a brown-grey horizon. Desolate expanse of lifelessness. Helpless, hopeless, barren, alone. A curled figure sits on the…
The Problem of Celebrity
Our society has become one where fame matters. The line between admiration for a celebrity and worship of a celebrity can be very thin. Everywhere…
InthenameofJesusChristamen
Last year, I was asked to speak in my ward’s Sacrament meeting. We moved to Bluffdale, Utah, in July of 2020 and, because of my…
The Magic of Reading
A few years ago, I learned about a book about Jane Austen that I thought would be an interesting read. I put it on my…
Do I Have It in Me?
I’m reading a book by a twenty-something author who started her manuscript as a teen, worked on it for a few years, spent a couple…
The End of the Trilogy
I drafted the final scene of the final book of the Forgotten King trilogy today. It feels strange. Do you know that listless, bittersweet feeling…
Book Reviews: A Gift for Self-published Authors
For self-published authors, marketing is not easy. We need to sell the vision—the story, the characters, the world—we put so much of our heart and…
Personal Political & Social Views: Accountability
“Who am I to judge?” This is a statement you have likely heard many times. Often it’s spoken by someone who judges without a second…
I Control Time (a poem)
I control time. The hands of the clock surrender to my fingers. Forward and backward, inside-out and outside-in. The past is the future and the…