Essays Hot Girls I want to talk to you about my struggles with hot girls. I’m not talking about girls like you and me. Most of us can pull something together with
Essays Love Is For The Byrds: A BYU Film Recap No One Asked For This video comes with a written warning, and it’s also narrated by a stern man’s voice. I have read this thing like 40 times and I still don’t understand what the hell it’s trying to say.
Essays How Do I Love Thee: A Very Unnecessary Recap Of A BYU Film From 1965 Today, I bring you a BYU film from 1965, How Do I Love Thee?
Essays Something Sweaty About Summer, Discontent, and Knee-Length Shorts This piece was originally published by The Beehive [thebeehive.com]. I saw a stupid clickbaity article the other day, “The Race for the Song of the Summer 2020!” Can you
Essays The Mayan I was in high school when the massive Jordan Commons complex sprouted off of State Street in Sandy.
Essays Not Knowing What Else To Do 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
Essays An Unsettling Chance To Breathe Three years ago during a particularly stressful few months with my job I got a little dog from a small rescue organization.
Essays Utah's Reality TV Pioneers The hot young people hardly older than us were a televised testament that we too could be trusted to navigate complicated adulthood.
Essays The Girl Who Got Me Pregnant Rebbie told this story at a Strangerville Live event hosted by The Beehive in 2019. This is a written version of her story. Infertility sucks. It sucks when you really
Essays Word of Wisdom: Cinematic Masterpieces from the 80s Recently I stumbled upon two early 80s films about the Word of Wisdom I somehow missed during my childhood, and if I now have to know they exist, so do you.
Essays Earthquake Drill In 1993, Jordan Ridge Elementary School revamped its earthquake training efforts.
Essays Baking For The End Of The World An hour after my house stopped shaking, I turned on The Great British Baking Show. I couldn’t not. I felt a little embarrassed because let’s be honest, this
Essays The BYU Honor Code At this point I hadn’t told anyone I was gay, and I certainly wasn’t tempted to consider it at BYU.
Essays Diet Coke at the End of the World A woman in her early thirties looks around sweatily at the other Costco carts. She’s dressed like she just got back from the gym. (She did not. She’s
Essays Is Technology Really All That Bad? As of the date you are reading this, there are over 19,000 articles on major websites across the internet that start with the line, “Today we are more connected than ever, but people feel more disconnected than at any other time.”
Essays So Online Dating Wasn't Just For Weirdos? “She met him through the internet,” I heard a woman whisper in the tone of scandal. This was 1999 and I was fifteen. The woman was a family friend, and she was gossiping about a mutual acquaintance who recently found love.
Essays The Titanic Problem My father issued the decision in the tone of a president contemplating war. My mother nodded slightly as he spoke, her lips pursed, her hands resting dignified on her lap.
Essays Did You Hear Steve Martin Is Mormon? It started right after the first Father of the Bride movie came out, a film that, if turned into a lightbulb, would most definitely be called “Hue White.”
Essays "Space Jesus" There I stood; swayed, really. I was eight years old, in an ascending line curving up a long ramp into a domed rotunda. My parents insisted we stop by and say hello to the eleven-foot statue up top.
Essays I Know, You Know, We All Know a Mormon House I’ve been trying to put my finger on something for as long as I’ve been a person with a quasi-developed prefrontal cortex. Growing up almost entirely outside of
Essays War & Peace: Smith's & VISA Things were fine. Birds nested in trees and the sun glistened off of The Great Salt Lake. The valley was peaceful. Almost too peaceful. And then one day a sign was hung.
Essays Kennecott Copper Mine When I was seven, I thought my family was living at the base of several volcanoes. I was a worrier and used a lot of my anxious energy in the early 90s imagining what we would do if the entire Salt Lake Valley suddenly filled with lava.
Essays A Very Spooky Very Serious Story about a Ghost That Haunted a Limited Too Franchise Not a Gen Z post-Instagram VSCO girl, not yet a Gen X-Reality Bytes woman, I came of age when subprime lending was at its lendiness, folks collectively decided low-rise jeans
Essays Lagoon: Disneyland, But Damper My friend Hannah and I started a tradition some time ago of getting season passes every year and we both think the other would be devastated if we stopped doing this so neither of us has backed out.
Ridiculous REAMS. Eventually I moved away from my parents' home. I grew up and changed. My parents changed. You changed. Everyone changed. Except for REAMS. REAMS stayed exactly the same.