When I die, I’ve often thought that I’d love to be involved in a grand display of some kind. We spend so much money on funerals, so why do they have to be so boring and uninventive? With that much money, I’d hope for something unique and spectacular. But isn’t that ultimately a waste?
Reassuringly, my concern with President Dalton’s recent address is not unique. It instantly set off a widespread flurry of blog posts from all around the Mormon corner of the Internet. Here’s mine.
Mormon baby blessings are a wonderful ritual, but what does it mean if even a feminist like me overlooked simple and obvious ways to include my wife?
As my wife and I wept while we watched the news coverage of the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting, I felt so frustrated that there probably wasn’t anything resembling an obvious or simple solution to this problem. I also felt deeply pained by the spiritual implications. One anecdote shared by a journalist that night made an impact on me.
When the person who’s selling a solution is the same person who’s looking for the problem, there’s a huge conflict of interest: even the honest preacher will be tempted to distort or exaggerate the problem.
I take a look at how cool new technology might open up sports like soccer to a new world of statistical analysis.
This fall my wife and I hit Salt Lake City for a concert at The State Room. The main act was an artist we’ve both followed since her excellent debut album in 2004: Mindy Smith.
In the first debate between Romney and Obama, Romney walked out with a historic win. Obama was underprepared and unfocused. But I want to explore another factor that hurt him deeply: he forgot about Romney’s Etch-A-Sketch.
My precious little daughter Harper came two weeks early, healthy and happy. I wanted to quickly jot down a few simple thoughts about her first couple of days.
I try to disentangle the reasons I wanted to become a dad. There are so many intertwined, contradictory, ambiguous factors. Some are selfish. Some are noble. Some are naive. Some are wise. I have faith that parenthood epitomizes the concept of “rewarding sacrifice” as well as anything else I can do in life.