Malia Boyd

Processing the Pandemic

Posted by Malia Boyd on January 26, 2022 | 1 comment(s)

A29B0367 AA1C 42AD 8E70 20241367DB63 1 201 aIn March 2020, I had just found new tenants for my condo in Honolulu and moved with my 17-year-old daughter to Salt Lake City, where we knew virtually no one. We settled into a tiny apartment with only two beds and two chairs as we waited for our wordly possessions to come over from Hawaii in a shipping container. A few days after I started my new job at Evoke, the world shut down and my kiddo and I were locked in this tiny, underpopulated, under-furnished world.

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Personal Growth: Jump In

Posted by Malia Boyd on November 10, 2021 | 1 comment(s)

A29B0367 AA1C 42AD 8E70 20241367DB63 1 201 aWhen I was 12 years old, I was in living in Hawaii (where I grew up) and hiking to a gorgeous spot called Maunawili falls with a big gang of kids and grown ups from our neighborhood.

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What September 11th Taught Me About Grief

Posted by Malia Boyd on September 08, 2021 | 10 comment(s)

A29B0367 AA1C 42AD 8E70 20241367DB63 1 201 aTwenty years ago, my best friend Heather went to work at Windows on the World to bake, and roll, and mix, and serve creations from her delicious heart. It was her calling. From the age of four she used to thumb through Gourmet magazine and beg her mom to help her make anything that caught her eye. If there was anyone who was born to cook and delight thousands in the process, it was Heather. We met in junior high. In high school we became best friends. We were at each other’s sides for weddings and funerals, for proms and pregnancy, for better and for worse.

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That Time I Sent my Kid to Treatment and Expected her to Change our Family System

Posted by Malia Boyd on September 09, 2020 | 1 comment(s)

A29B0367 AA1C 42AD 8E70 20241367DB63 1 201 aYears ago, my child had begun to walk—well, let’s be honest here—run down a path that felt destined to lead to terrible things. She was barely a teen and already experimenting with drinking and substances, showing formidable defiance, beginning to fail out of school, and running a very unpleasant show in two households. Like so many who get pulled into the whirlpool of parenting an out-of-control child, my ex-husband and I were terrified and completely out of our depth.

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