Stiff Mother

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…

Rebels

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…

The Trouble With Guilt

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…