The best part of my life has been being Dad. I think I can say that with authority because I have been Dad to eight children. I’m not under that mystical spell that comes with being a new dad—you know, where it’s all wonder and joy. No, I’m far past the “cute” childhood stage. I’ve […]
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January 1, 2004 Glory, You are only nine months old now. This is the earliest I have every started on any of my children’s journals. Normally they are about two-years-old when I start. How do you rate? It seems I am much more aware of you as a baby than I was of any […]
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Today I walked into the DMV with my sixteen year old daughter. We were there to get her learner’s permit. Fortunately, when we walked out she had her permit in hand. It wasn’t as simple as it sounds. She could have had her permit a year ago on her fifteenth birthday. Like most teenagers she […]
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March 16, 1992 Dear Cory, You are trying so hard to be a “big boy” now. This morning you put on your Sunday clothes all by yourself without me or Mom knowing. You did a very good job too. Your suit coat was buttoned up wrong and your collars were all skiddywompus but other than […]
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A letter to my third son when he was two years old November 15, 1992 Dear Rory, You are a real buddy to me now. When I go to work you are very understanding and just wave and say “Bye bye, Daddy. Bye, bye.” But when I am going anywhere else you run and hunt […]
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The other day I had just awoken from a much needed nap. I only had about an hour-and-a-half before my next obligation and thought I might be able to get a page written on my novel. A page may not be much, but write a page a day you can have a novel done in […]
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I knew who it was before she stepped into the room. She has a way of opening the door with a quick jerk. A split second after that she will appear from behind the cabinet. “Dad!” she will say. There is a movement among writers against using exclamation marks, but I find it useful here […]
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I’ve raised five kids who are now out on their own. I have three left at home–three teenagers. You’d think I would be better at this since I have been through it so many times already. The truth is I still have fears for my children, for my relationship with my children, for the mistakes […]
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I have five acres of the fastest growing wild grasses that you’ve ever seen. I’m not talking lawn here. Weeds is the word. Five acres of them. For twenty years I’ve tried to bring a portion of this five acres under my control. I’ve pulled, poisoned, laid down weed block, laid down gravel, put in […]
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Many, many years ago while I was in college, I discovered Arthur Miller. I read Death of a Salesman for a theater history class. It moved me deeply. I heard about one of his other plays, The Crucible, and decided that I wanted to see it performed. Thirty years passed before an opportunity arrived. BYU, […]
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