Today I leave Prince Edward Island after a six day adventure with my daughter, Leah. We came to see Anne-land and tromp where Lucy Maud Montgomery tromped. We walked through the Haunted Woods and Lovers Lane, took Matthew's carriage ride around The Lake of Shining Waters, stayed at the Kindred Spirits Inn, and sat under…
Miss Williams looked satisfied in her mean, pinched way. “Well,” she said, “ta-ta.” (She always said “ta-ta” instead of “goodbye.” Chicken language, it sounded like.) As soon as Miss Williams was gone and my mother was sitting down again, I burst into tears. Kneeling on the floor, I buried my head in her lap and…
Resistance…you got me!
I believe, as did the writers of the Book Of Mormon, that it is a book just for OUR day. The ancient civilizations never had a nice, compiled book like we have. They had plates and plates of different types of records which were not open to public viewing; but were kept under close surveillance…
This is not a post about the kind of guilt that we feel when we commit sin. I would like to post on that sometime…but not today. Today I want to write about the guilt that we feel because we live in the 21st century, or in America, or in a middle class family, or…
Stand Still 