City Boy Learns a Secret

A few years ago, I had the opportunity to interact with a 5-year-old boy named Joshua. This little blonde, blue-eyed boy was curious about many things, and I was surprised at how well he assimilated knowledge from his parents, older siblings, kindergarten teacher and others in his life. Joshua is our youngest grandson. They were living in…

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Looking into the Eyes of My Parents

One warm afternoon in November of 2017, I decided that I wanted to take a short walk around the block, and I invited my wife, Anne, to go with me. At that time, I was trying to recover from a concussion I suffered a few months earlier from a bicycle accident. The fatigue from that…

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I Am ME and I Am Unique!

I have Tourette syndrome (TS) and I know what it is like to be different and to have people stare at you and to be self-conscious. I also know that it is possible to live with differences and how to survive and move forward when rude people stare and whisper to the person next to…

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One, Two, Tango

In early 1967, I was living in Taranto, Italy. I met a man from Nice, France with whom I became friends and roommates for approximately six months. We lost contact, and I didn’t see him again until 2014 when I discovered we were living in the same city.When we reconnected, I learned that he was…

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That Dog is A Thief!

On a beautiful fall Saturday, several years ago, my wife and I were presenting at a professional conference in Salt Lake and decided we had just enough time to walk up City Creek Canyon for a quick picnic on our lunch break. We bought a couple of sandwiches from the hotel and walked up the…

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Mad Momma Attacks

The story I’m about to share gives me no pleasure in telling, but it has an important message about fighting our children’s battles. It’s about a mother who I call the ‘Mad Momma’, her son ‘Precious’ and our youngest son Peter. It’s my hope to share this story in a factual way without bias, but…

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State Championship

“I have been asked what I mean by word of honor. I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls—walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground—there is a possibility that in some way or another I may be able to escape, but stand me on that…

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