I will never forget that thought. The first thought of Fatherhood. Someday, someone will lash out, and hurt this face....
After the MTC. After Troost Avenue. It wasn't until I returned to lush, suburban whiteness that my faith died.
Before we can discuss how faith failed; we must check your privilege.
My daughter of step is driving. It is terrifying. Not because she is a bad driver, quite the contrary as some of you may have seen me broadcast on FaceBook…
Ghost Writer sits down with creative freelancer Otto D'Angelo to discuss The Recording Artist. Changing times require innovation. Part 1 of a 3 Part Series,
Going on a Mormon mission was the watershed moment of my youth. It ended it, and it defined the road I would travel in almost everything else. But it started in the MTC in Provo, Utah.
Mni waconi/tó’ei’íina’/water is life! 💙💦
Have you heard of the Captive Cooks? Meet the Phoenix Band that dares challenge you to define New Blues.
As a child of divorce, quite often the memories of my life feel like they come from two different worlds.