Amy Wright Glenn


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Coming Home: Transforming Pain and Embracing Beauty

I stand with my son in northern Utah. Together we harvest raspberries in my aunt’s backyard. Mountain foothills blanketed in fall colors surround her home. A late September chill fills the air. I could stare at these mountains for hours. I draw upon the memory of their strength when I am away from this land of my birth. My soul drinks in their beauty. I didn’t realize I was so thirsty. Nothing else signals my return home as much as…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Iran on My Mind

I pull my 22-month-old son along in the hand-made red, wooden wagon my husband built last Christmas. We enjoy our familiar “wagon rides” to our local Walgreens. The cashier with wildly adorned, seasonally inspired hats greets us with a smile. I pull my son through the aisles picking up his favorite Pirate Booty “puffs” and a few odds and ends. As we move through the checkout line, I catch the headline news. For the first time in over 30 years,…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn