For Annette

When I was in third grade, a girl moved into my ward with her parents and her two sisters. We became instant friends. Temporarily they lived with her grandma, then moved a block away to their new home. Annette Barton and I went to school together and to church...

Just Get Over Mother’s Day

When Sam finally got his PhD, we moved to Florida to become real people. Even though our income increased exponentially, we found that real world expenses increased almost as much as real world salaries. So the first few years when we had anticipated being absolutely...

The Teenage Brain

We have a legacy story in our house that I like to tell as often as possible. It goes like this: When children are young they have baby teeth. When they are about six the baby teeth start to fall out and, eventually with a great deal of variation depending on the...

Predators Among Us

At my first zone conference nearly 16 years ago, my mission president calmly took a piece of chalk and walked to the chalkboard. He then proceeded to pound a word into the chalkboard, and I do mean pound. The chalk was breaking, the chalkboard was moving backwards (it...

Her Little Shadows

I saw a young mother with eyes full of laughter And five little shadows came following after. Wherever she moved, they were always right there Holding onto her skirts, hanging onto her chair, Before her, behind her ad adhesive pair. “Don't you ever get weary as...