I suspected I’d pay a big price someday for not fluently speaking my parents’ native...
It’s great to be back in Grantsville with my new bride. I even went...
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Three times in my...
As I write this, I do so during my final 16-or-so hours as a...
It’s dark and cold outside — the kind of evening where you could see...
“When I get old I shall wear purple,” is the first line in the...
About 36 years ago, I was taking a newswriting class at Brigham Young University...
Just about every year the day after Thanksgiving, my wife asks me the same...
Being a sports writer, I get the luxury of not taking things too seriously,...
I stepped on the scale the other day and was met with some bittersweet news....
Perhaps my wife and I could have used the sage Jedi wisdom Luke Skywalker...
“I don’t believe in coincidence.” I wrote those words to begin my inaugural Out and...
When in the course of journalistic events it becomes necessary for a reporter to...
Strange things are known to happen while standing in thin air on the roof...
If I hadn’t chosen to pursue journalism in college, I might have become a...
When I got married, I knew my wife was a die-hard politico. I knew...
