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

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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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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

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Eden Part I

A biting April chill blew hard as the morning sky caught fire. The entire expanse was covered with long clouds that looked more like finger painted smudges. I stood at the cross walk at 2nd West and 3rd North looking at a tiny little cabin arrayed in bright, vibrant blooms. It was a quaint home, … Continue reading

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