When I was young, I had life figured out. I knew that God Heavenly Father had a plan for me. I knew the Book of Mormon was the word of God, and that it was translated from Golden Plates by Joseph Smith. I knew, also, that Joseph Smith had seen God, the Father, and His Son, Jesus Christ. Plus all… Read more →
My brother texted me last weekend. He said, “If you die before me, I’m totally doing a photo montage of you to the Mama Cass song ‘make your own kind of music’—the words fit you so well.” I listened to the song. And it made me happy that he thought of me that way. In some circles, I am a nobody.… Read more →