It probably wasn’t until I was nearly a teenager that I was even aware of coffee. Sure, I had encountered it before, but I doubt I wondered what it

This piece was originally published by The Beehive [thebeehive.com]. I was just about to leave work for the day when my husband called me. “Class has been canceled. They’

This piece was originally published by The Beehive [thebeehive.com]. I sat on the grass near Brigham Young’s grave as a bologna sandwich that had been prepared by a

This piece was originally published by The Beehive [thebeehive.com]. When I first met my husband in 2015, he was living in another state. We did the long distance thing

I was eight years old when I was first introduced to Classic Skating. A neighborhood mom had called my mom to let her know they’d be celebrating her son’s birthday over roller skates and outdated rock music in the local roller rink.

Just before my 8th birthday I was shoved into the neighbor lady’s house down at the end of the street for my first Cub Scout meeting. My friends were there, all boys around my age in half-tucked-in dark blue buttoned-up shirts adorned with patches that looked like sloppily-sewn postage stamps.

I was in high school when the massive Jordan Commons complex sprouted off of State Street in Sandy.

In late September of 2001, just a couple of weeks after the 9/11 attacks, I was sent a mass email with the full text of an article from The

Three years ago during a particularly stressful few months with my job I got a little dog from a small rescue organization.

The hot young people hardly older than us were a televised testament that we too could be trusted to navigate complicated adulthood.

In 1993, Jordan Ridge Elementary School revamped its earthquake training efforts.

At this point I hadn’t told anyone I was gay, and I certainly wasn’t tempted to consider it at BYU.