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

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By the Spirit

By: Keith Trottier Photo Credit: Lindsay Cyngot Like what you read? PLEASE donate. These posts take a lot of time, thought and effort to put together. So if you’d like me to keep writing: Click Here to Donate! _____________ Before we start I’m trying something new. I’m giving you the entire text. No Part I and … Continue reading

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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

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The Manner of Happiness Part I

It was another clear day and the sky shone an almost electric blue as the Vegas sun blazed from above in its usual attempt to cook the desert metropolis in which I had grown up. My mother drove our old, bronze Cadillac. The window was down and her curly, platinum blonde hair billowed in the … Continue reading

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Transitions Part I

Brina Sherwin was a spunky little girl with thick black hair and deep brown eyes that burned with a contagious happiness. Subtle freckles dotted her sharp nose, and her thin lips were always curved up in a smile. She lived across the street in the mustard yellow house with the big window where the garage … Continue reading

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