Sunday morning in April of 1958, Mother got the five of us out of bed and said,  “I think we should go down to the Tabernacle for Conference.”  We’d never done that, but it sounded fine to me.  I don’t remember thinking it was strange—or stranger still... Read more

Christmas. Wow. You’re standing in line at the grocery counter buying Halloween candy and it washes toward you like a cold wall of water—clear up to your chin. November first is tomorrow. It takes you by surprise. Again. It’s not that I don’t... Read more