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Hi I'm Tasha

I am a daughter, sister, friend, wife, mom, and teacher. An inventive cook and wishful world traveler. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I grew up the 3rd of 6 kids in a mid-sized city on the East Coast, but finished high school and college in the West. I served an LDS mission in Portugal and love all things Portuguese. I married my high school friend and love in the Washington DC temple while we were both still working on our undergraduate degrees. I graduated with an English Literature degree and taught at an alternative high school for a year before we moved across the country, had our first baby, and our vagabond life officially began! Two kids and twelve moves later, we will soon mark our 20th wedding anniversary! Together we have lived in every quadrant of the United States and several years in Asia too. My husband and our three children are the joy of my days. They make me laugh and fill me with gratitude for my happy life. I love to read and write. I like to dabble in all kinds of new endeavors. My most enduring hobby is cooking--probably because there are four hungry mouths waiting expectantly at the beginning and end of every day! Lucky for me, they tolerate and seem to enjoy the results of all my experimenting in the kitchen. Serving and volunteering in my town, the kids' schools and at church keep me grounded and grateful for all of God's blessings. Tennis keeps me sane and allows me to indulge in my second true love chocolate. Life is crazy but it is wonderful too. I wouldn't want to change a thing. I am blessed.

Why I am a Mormon

I was raised a member of the Mormon church, and my parents both were too. I remember as a kid, thinking our church was pretty cool because we had a real, living prophet. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I really began to question my faith and worry that it was really mine, and not just my parents'. I expressed some of my concerns to my bishop in an interview one day. He encouraged me to read the Book of Mormon and accept the challenge to read it and then pray to know if it was true. I had read the book before with my family, but never with this goal in mind. I thought about it for a few weeks and finally decided that my doubts were my problem to fix. I began to read, and as I read, the words seemed to jump off the page every now and again, and spoke to me in a personal way. I prayed all along that I would know somehow if it were true. I didn't seem to get any answer at all, but the help I received from the words on the page kept me going. There were some passages that felt like the most beautiful poetry when I read them, and i marked them and read them over and over again. They brought me a lot of comfort whenever I was tempted to do or try something I knew was wrong. Teenage years can be some of the most difficult, I'm convinced! I eventually finished the book and as I knelt to ask God if it was all worth it if it was true, I hadn't even formulated the words yet, when a flood of warmth and peace and happiness washed over me. I knew without even having to ask, that somewhere up there, He was aware of me and my own little private worries, and that yes, that book was really from Him and everything in it was true. This experience brought a great relief to my mind, and had such a powerful impact on my thoughts and feelings and spirit, that I have never forgotten it, and even the simplest retelling of it prompts me to recommit and re-remember just exactly why I choose to be a Mormon.

How I live my faith

The gospel teaches me that I am a child of heavenly parents, that God is real, and Jesus is my Savior and my friend.  This knowledge brings me so much peace and confidence. With all the good and bad that life has to throw at all of us, it seems unfair and wrong that everyone doesn't benefit from this same perspective and understanding. I try to remember this when I am asked to fill certain "callings" or jobs at church. Whether I am teaching a class of young women, or leading the children's organization, remembering that each little soul is a child of God keeps me focused on the most important things for them. Trying to imagine what their Heavenly Father would want them to know informs the direction my teaching and influence takes. Similarly, I feel drawn to reach out a hand of friendship and service to those not of my faith. I have a question in my family that I ask myself often and try to think about every day. How can I be a blessing in someone's life today? Even if the friends I make never step foot in my church, I want them to know I love and value them and I want to make a contribution that will make the world and the people in it a little bit better. Lofty wishes, I know, but I find that when I feel this way towards others, I am a happy person and usually those around me are as well.