Tales for Tuesdays

One of the times I completely and utterly failed at life

We went to the Provo temple open house and there were beautiful murals on the walls in the rooms. And it reminded me of this story. When I was at BYU I worked at the Mechanical shop. Lest you’re like me and think the mechanical shop means I worked on cars, let me correct you.…

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My Own Miracle of Healing

I went to see “Ephraim’s Rescue” at the theaters tonight with Wyatt. In the movie there is a touching scene where a young man in the Martin Handcart Company was given a blessing of healing by Ephraim Hanks. Despite his severely frost bitten feet, he was blessed that his limbs would be saved. That same…

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I Love to See the Temple

If I back-date it to Tuesday, then it count’s as a Tale for Tuesday, right?       When I was sixteen I spent one wild adventurous semester living with my aunt in St. George. Activities included Saturdays spent branding cattle at the Esplin family ranch, working on my ever-popular cousin’s student body election (win),…

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A Christmas Tale for Tuesday

Since Christmas is falling on a Tuesday this year, I thought it befitting to have a “Tale for Tuesday” be a Christmas story . . .   When I was in eleventh grade I wrote a short story for my Lit Mag class. I remember reading it to my mom from the back seat of…

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It was Bad Luck

One weekend, the summer after our freshman year of college, I was invited to go camping with Andi and her family. I grew up going camping with the Kierst’s. Chris, a geologist for the state of Utah, knew all the best back country camp spots. The place we determined to go that particular weekend was…

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First Kiss

When I was five my grandpa Brock died. And since my parents were hauling us all to southern Callifornia for a funeral anyway, I guess they decided to make big deal out of it. Disneyland, Knotts Berry Farm, and Sea World. And it was at Sea World that an employee at the Shamu show came…

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Oklahoma!

The spring of fifth grade we decided to ride our bikes to Oklahoma. I don’t remember how this decision came about, but it was as real, and we were as determined, as could be! Andi had a map of the United States on her wall – one of those Disneyland-esque maps with cartoons of each…

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