Birthday

Again if you are starting in on the story at this post you should start at the beginning. Here is the first post in the series: An Unexpected Conversation. Also I added something called: The Burn Book. It’s an encyclopedia so if you read something you don’t recall hearing about you can check out what … Continue reading

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Change

By: Keith Trottier Photo Credit: Lindsay Cyngot If you haven’t read the other posts in my story then you may want to start here and read the ones that precede this post. You can start here and follow the progress by clicking the links found in the “Story” tab above. The First Post Disclaimer: This … 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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Stay

By: Keith Trottier Photo Credit: Khomenko 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! _____________ Watch this video: Just Be There – A Message from USGA at BYU CLICK IT DANG IT. _____________ … 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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Chapter 1: Arrival

Like what I write? Donate Here! College. The sun shone down on the crisp September scene as I waved goodbye to my parents. It would be a few months before I would see them again. I was in college. I had my own apartment, kiddy corner from the BYU-Idaho stadium. What was I getting myself into? … 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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