Where Are They Now? — Tiffany Moss (Singer)

Despite being on the reunion committee, I've been mentally wracking my brain trying to find an "out" for the past few weeks. Yes, I here openly confess that all the memories of awkwardness that accompanied my high school years have revisited me. However, the day I meant to email Traci Blair and proffer my excuses, I ran into her and Jim up Rock Canyon and was convinced I "had to come." (Which, incidentally, is how I ended up on the reunion committee in the first place. And I should also mention here how much I love Traci and Jim, 'cause I wouldn't have agree to help anyone else!) I realized, and have come to embrace, the fact that there is no way I'm getting out of coming. So, since I am a woman of my word, and to alleviate my guilty conscious for being a rather lame committee member, I am now writing my bio.

I must admit, since graduating, I really haven't given a whole lot of thought to my high school years as far as actual high school life was concerned. I didn't play organized sports, I wasn't a cheerleader (although I did try out my freshman year, which fact has given my husband plenty of fodder for ridicule and makes me chuckle as well), I didn't write for the newspaper, wasn't in student government, only went to maybe three dances my entire four years, etc., etc. In fact, sitting in on the committee meetings I realized why I never reflect back on high school life with longing: I really wasn't involved in high school much beyond showing up for class. I did love learning, however. Provo High had some great teachers who I still think about today. I am infinitely grateful that they instilled in me their love for their subjects, most noteably Mr. Webb and Ms. Nelson. I still pull out my bird book and try to identify birds I see when I hike and I still read (and write) poetry. Oh, and I should add Mr. Burnah. The French language is still a huge passion of mine. My husband and I try to get to BYU and watch International Cinema whenever they show something French.

Okay, so moving right along to the past 20 years. At the end of my senior year, I thought my dreams of getting out of Provo and heading to the East Coast were being realized as I was accepted and heading to Hollins College in Virginia that fall. That summer, they reviewed my financial aid and rejected it. My father said "so sad, no dice" and so my neighbor, who was the dean of admissions for BYU, convinced me that BYU was a fabulous undergrad school and persuaded me not to attend the U (the only other school to which I had applied and been accepted). My neighbor got on the computer and put me in some classes and I wound up just across the street from PHS that fall in a colloquium with Traci Hall, Jenny Gordon and Kim Gamette. I ended up loving it there in the end. After a few years, I dropped out, moved to SLC and worked for awhile. Then came back to BYU following a boy I had met my freshman year who was returning from his mission. I dated him some more and then decided to serve an LDS mission myself. I went to Belgium Brussells where I got to put my many years of French study to good use. Going on a mission ended up being pivital to the rest of my life as this is when I think I truly found my own voice, lost most of my inhibitions and reservations in reaching out to people and speaking up, explored what I really believe about the nature of existence, and of course, met and later married my zone leader.

Truth be told, the first several years of marriage and motherhood were extremely difficult. I had a hard time adjusting to both and struggled for a very long time with debilhatating depression. Family life just wasn't at all what I thought it was going to be. I had a rather unrealistic, rosy expectation and real life was something compeltely different. I pretty much kept to myself for many years and let almost all of my friendships go. Mercifully, I managed to hang on and come out on the other side. I wouldn't trade the journey I took to get where I am for anything, but it was very hard being in the middle of it. I know I've read that same sentiment on many of the bios on this site and so I guess I'm just adding my agreement. I am who I am because of the experiences I've been through and the things they have taught me. So, 20 years later I am happy to report that I am the mother of four children (Addie-13, Christian-11, Avery-9 and Isabella-6) and the wife of Daniel Singer from Thousand Oaks, California. For the most part, I've been a stay-at-home mom for the past 13 years. Although, I did go back to BYU in 2003 to finish up my undergraduate degree. For those of you who remember Kerry Soper, you'll perhaps find it amusing that he ended up being one of my professors. I finally graduated with a bachelor's degree from BYU in Humanities and French in 2006.

We have lived in Springville for the past nine years and beyond being a wife and mother, I currently help my husband run a stationery company which we've been working at for several years. We're finally seeing success after much blood, sweat and tears and so that is a happy thing. For those of you who remember Dave Jones, he has been helping us in this endevour. Dave and I became joined at the hip our junior year as we had something like 6 of our 8 classes together and have been good friends ever since.

Well, I will be at the reunion and should any of you be struggling with those haunting high school memories of being ill-at-ease upon arrival, come visit me in the corner!