No More Mr. Nice Guy

A few years ago, when I lived in Eagle Mountain (aka: The Quirky Burg, Waldenville, and Idiot Voterville), a guy was convicted for sexually abusing his teenage stepdaughter. When he was released from prison and ignoring a court-issued restraining order the mother...

Cancer Sucks

I don't use the “s” word in the title. And I don't let my kids use it either (the ones I can still control with my iron fist, anyway). But I can't think of another word today. One of my best friends since college (and a bridesmaid at my wedding) lost her...

Polygamy Letter

A friend once told me, “Three moves are as good as a fire.” Having just moved, I can attest to the benefit of massive purging. One such benefit came in the form of the discovery of some lost notes. Whenever humanly possible, I attend Education Week at BYU....

Power to the Pudge

Dad: Samson and Caleb, what happened? What are you wearing? Samson: We're…[giggle]…wearing…[giggle]…four shirts and four pants each. Dad: Aren't you too hot? Caleb: No! We're super fat!