Note: This is a postscript to my thoughts about Gracie's trial. Some of you have been introduced to her in previous posts. If you haven't, you may want to read "There's No Way I Signed Up For This," "The Perfect Stranger," and "Little Messenger, Big Support" for some background. It has been several ... Read More
“Hey Lady, Do You Know How To Call Utah?”
One summer night, years ago, I met a different kind of nine-year-old. He was day and night from my little boy, the one I had left at Grandma's, safely watching videos and eating popcorn, with instructions negating any chance of taking part in neighborhood night games (hide and seek, kick the can ... Read More
“Come In”
Let’s face it, Sunday parenting is not easy. I have early memories of conversations over Sabbath afternoon mashed potatoes and roast beef that went something like this: Dad, who sat on the stand and participated as a member of the bishopric much of his life, would say, “Wasn’t sacrament meeting ... Read More