Life advice:
Sometimes, the big picture requires you to step back, more than originally feels comfortable.
Career Translation:
Sometimes, stepping back requires you to wade in a Mormon Temple fountain. Just sometimes.

Photo Credit: Ashley West.
Whitney Law, Newport Beach Temple, July 2010.

My Dearest Andrew,

My lungs require an extra deep breath, as I sit here to write you this little token of love. A gigantic, nostalgic sigh as I sail away to the beginning of Us– all those nights I’d stay up, restless in bed, under a mess of white sheets, with the sound of Ryan Adams serenading my racing heart, that old brown journal in hand, searching for words to give to you, words that could do justice for the feelings that were just starting to take my heart captive.

I loved writing to you, and imagined you reading my thoughts out loud, thousands of miles away, underneath a little yellow light [...]

Oh friends, I’ve been thinking about a very special night for a very long time, both before it came and after it passed. My thoughts have often found themselves caught in reveries, that I recently dreamt into life. It seems that this one special night has consumed most of my favorite thoughts, ever since I can remember. I have often thought about where I’d be, how he’d say it, and what’d it mean: that is, the day he got on his knee, and asked me to be his wife.
I remember laying in my pink frilly bed as a little girl, nestled under my Little Mermaid sheets, dreaming in secret about the day [...]

Too far from my reach for a hug, but too close to my heart to not be felt:
Be with me where I go, in the shine, with the breeze, and in my little brother’s smile.
May the angels sing you a pretty song, today. A serenade from your little girl, now grown.
Randy Allen Law, (1/18/1956 to 2/23/1997)

“So I commend the enjoyment of life, because nothing is better for a man under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany him in his work all the days of the life God has given him under the sun.” Ecclesiastes 8:15
This photo was taken mid shooting a wedding, on June 12th. My heart rejoices in His good and boundless blessings.
**Photo Credit: Andrew Schey. Quite the photographer, ey?

He waited impatiently at the bus stop, equipped with his two favorite super-hero accessories: his cape, and his mom.
The cynics sped past, dishing water onto his boots, but he didn’t notice.
He didn’t notice what he couldn’t feel.
He felt neither rain, nor doubt.
Instead, he felt the Big, and the Unashamed.
Still, the world beyond his skin noticed little of what he was capable of;
They called him cute, but in a tree he carved FIERCE.
Alas, their naivety couldn’t derail him from what he believed in– the taller boy alive inside.
(We have much to learn from him)

I don’t care where you’re from, or where you’re going. If you’re a woman, we have something huge in common.
You’ve lived a life climbing a deep well of insecurity. That, or you’re just being flat out rocked by what you’ve chosen to ignore. I’ve done both. A few months ago, I decided I’d had enough. I was over the games I’ve tricked myself into playing.  I knew that I was tired, and something was seriously missing in my spiritual life.
Too easily demoralized. Too easily encouraged. Too swayed by this and then that. I was sick of feeling like I was at the mercy of everyone else’s opinion, but I didn’t know [...]

Did anyone else LOVE this game growing up? The ol’ fishin’ game, that spins in circles, with no sound effects? It’s ancient. And if you were born after 1990, I don’t expect you to think it’s even mildly cool.
It is a simple game, that I happen to still play with one of my little friends. Can’t deny it gets pretty competitive, because I’m not about to let a 6 year old champion it, or Hungry Hungry Hippo for that sake.
Well, we lost one of the little fish last week, and because my friend’s personality finds it difficult to play games with missing pieces (ahem, autism, we will defeat you), he [...]

So, I wrote something for my creative writing class. And I think I want to share it. I typically don’t post fictional stuff, because… well, I typically don’t write fictional stuff. But, anyways, I thought I’d subject myself to a new criticism, and share.
As some of you know, I am a Behavioral Therapist for children diagnosed with autism– this story you’re about to read is a rendering of my experiences with a child I have spent countless time with, a little boy who has dearly tugged my heart’s strings. My purpose in writing this is to help others digest the complex and enthralling nature of autism. My hope is that [...]

I called him, in the car, wasn’t hands free, sorry, but I had to.
And I was like, “Can I please, please link your blog to my blog?”
And he’s like, “Ohhh, I don’t know.”
And I’m like, “BABY PLEASE!”
And he’s like, “Okayyy.”
And then I ran home, and linked him. Before he changed his mind.
Because I want the whole world to hear his heart.
Because I believe he is iron, and he will sharpen.
His writings and sermons are refreshing and honest, but they are merely a fraction of him.
I’m so glad to know and love the whole, real thing.
Check out his thoughts on Christianity, at www.andrewschey.net.