Chapter 5: Bishop Randall

The old lady sitting across from me at the Health Center at BYU-Idaho was nothing like the therapists in the movies.  Her wrinkled skin hung loosely on her bony frame, and her long white hair was wild and gave the impression of a mad scientist, rather than a psychologist. “So, what can I do for … Continue reading

Rate this:

Faith and Feelings: A Gay Mormon Story

On December 18th a group of friends and I at Brigham Young University-Idaho launched a peaceful demonstration to show love and support to our LGBT peers called Pure Hope. We asked that students, queer or not, to sport something white.  A Facebook event was created, a video slapped together and posters plastered on every social … Continue reading

Rate this:

An Evening Stroll

I’m done putting this off because of school or whatever other reasons I can come up with, namely motivation, so without further ado here it is. Enjoy it in all its brief glory! Also don’t forget to SUBSCRIBE up above to the right somewhere. That’s what good bloggers are supposed to tell you to do … Continue reading

Rate this:

Chapter 4: Reunion

The mission’s big 15 passenger transfer van, fondly nicknamed the Baptism Buggy by us missionaries, pulled into the parking lot beside me.  I stepped out of our truck into the brisk April air and greeted the missionaries from the van.  We hugged and they congratulated me for finishing my mission.  “Are you excited to go … Continue reading

Rate this:

Chapter 3: A Piece of Peace

Like what I write? Donate Here! The final day of my mission dawned to ominous rain clouds and distant rumbling thunder, and I knew this was the day I would finally see my family again.  All of them (including my 6-months pregnant sister-in-law) had driven to Omaha to spend a couple of weeks going to a … Continue reading

Rate this:

I Believe in Rexburg: A Response to My Letter to the Editor

By Keith Trottier Photo Credit: Lindsay Cyngot: “Sleepsong” 2013 Like what you read? Donate as much as you feel the post was worth to keep me writing. Click Here to Donate! When I came to Rexburg I was a runaway. I was fresh off my mission and in the middle of my escape from the toxic fallout … Continue reading

Rate this:

Chapter 2: Strange Attractions

Like what I write? Donate Here! I found myself sitting in Trigonometry on my very first day of college.  Why I decided to take Trig after not having taken a math class in over 5 years is beyond me.  I have always been reasonably good at math.  It takes a lot of work and practice, … Continue reading

Rate this:

A Letter to the Editor

I would like to take a moment to call to your attention that at the bottom of each post there is a green bit of text that says: “Click here to donate.” PLEASE donate. If you can just donate a dollar it’d help out so much. Writing these posts takes a lot of time, thought, … Continue reading

Rate this:

Transitions Part II

I walked into my plain, undecorated bedroom after a long day of school and sat on my dinky twin-sized bed. Dylan, my roommate, sat on the edge of his bed and read his scriptures with a serious expression. When I first moved into my bedroom and started to store away things in my closet I … Continue reading

Rate this:

Eden Part II

It had been two weeks since I had come back to the US from Brazil. I was still living with my father in our musty, museum of a home and was working forty-hour weeks in a shop in Spokane Valley making airplane parts. Now, to give you an accurate picture of where I lived, my … Continue reading

Rate this: