Dogma: Letters to Laertes 9

I found my way through the maze of my failures through the understanding of animals. No judgement. No religion. No rules. Just love. That is all dogs teach.

Harvard & The Bone Violin: Letters To Laertes 8

I became a Speech & Debate Coach to prove my worth to my school district. When I, and my wife, left the program died. The successes of my life are filled with the lessons taught by other people's children.

The Best Laid Plans: Letters to Laertes 5

I will never forget that thought. The first thought of Fatherhood. Someday, someone will lash out, and hurt this face....

The Apostate : Letters to Laertes 4

After the MTC. After Troost Avenue. It wasn't until I returned to lush, suburban whiteness that my faith died.

Fishers of Men: Letters To Laertes 2

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.