I’m the world’s worst genealogist. There, I said it. I can’t spell the word without Google. Searching records online? Combing cemeteries for gravestones? Sending away…
1. I still believe in Santa Claus. 2. Santa likes only frosted sugar cookies made special by Mrs. Claus, with no more than a half…
She held up the beautiful brand new journal and asked if I wanted it. My first thought was to say no, because journals take too…
The voice, impression, perhaps revelation, hit me as soon as I walked through the door of my tiny basement apartment. I had just returned from…
Giving up girls for two years I could do. Missing out on on a few seasons of Cheers or Family Ties I could handle, Learning…
Somebody called you names again, and now you’re hurt a little bit. That Dallas reverend said you belong to a cult, and it made you…
It didn’t take long for the homesickness to hit, the kind that twists your stomach into 400 knots. It was in the Wal-Mart parking lot,…
Those Mormons drive you crazy, do they? Wish they’d go away and leave you alone? Faster than you can say Joseph Smith, the staff here…