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The First Thanksgiving. Do not @ me! Is it just me, or did Thanksgiving come a lot earlier than usual this year? I'm struggling, if...

My father and my Aunt Robin during World War II One week ago, an insidious disease that our family is all too familiar with, claimed our...

Thankful for my family. And the Cubs. The stunningly patient and mighty fine SML and I are now home after a week of Thanksgiving celebra...

2014 / 2016 Two pictures. Two years. Two countries served. One farewell hug. One awesome homecoming embrace. One mission served. ...

She held him first Sometimes a paucity of words is the best way to let a story tell itself. The events of the last few hours lend them...

Sometime tomorrow, as has been my custom for the last two years, I will post an update sent by TMFKATB from the mission field. While the c...

Crossing the Sweetwater River @lds.org For the good residents ensconced behind the Zion Curtain , tomorrow is a day off. It's the o...

In the run up to Mothers Day, I've been thinking a bit about this quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson. I've been asking my middle-age...

Thank you. Two simple words, when spoken simply and offered sincerely, are an expression of gratitude that can be balm to the soul. It i...

A few nights ago, the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML returned from her week-plus long stint behind the Zion Curtain. After a long ...

Proof! He made it. Yesterday was an unusually good day in the City, aside from losing my brand-new Metro card (if I hear the MTA lament...

Kind of home (baggage claim doesn't really count) It was funny how time seemed to sail by in between our weekly communications as TM...