…the parched land shall become a pool, and the thirsty lands springs of water…(Isaiah 35:7)

Trusting in the Promise

On 7/21/2017, I had come home early from work because Barbara told me that our daughter Melissa and the triplets were coming over and I wanted to help make dinner for them. I baked some biscuits and then kept part of the dough to make wiener wraps for them. I got the biscuits done and […]

New and Everlasting

I grew up in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS) and knew that genealogy was an important thing. When I was very little, I didn’t know why, but my mother was into it, my aunts were into it, and my grandmother was really into it. She lived in a trailer behind my […]

Self-Imposed Ignorance

Around the time I turned 16, as I have related before, I had a profound prayer experience where I promised Heavenly Father I would turn my life in a different direction. As difficult as it has been, I have kept the promises I made then. My life is everything I wanted it to be, except […]

Someone’s Ancestor

As I wrote, Granny and I talked. It wasn’t always about the ancestors, but when she knew something about the person whose name I was writing down, she would tell me stories about them. There was something about it that delighted me.

Hungry for Heaven

For me, true misery would be a life where I only did the easy things, because the only things I would have in my life are the things that are easy to get. There is plenty that I want out of life that is hard to get and I have no problem fighting for them. I’m happy that I have to fight for them.

What About My Daughters

I have always repudiated any philosophy that is based on a victim posture. This idea that women are frail, inferior, and in need of male protection is the most odious philosophy I can think of in terms of damage to women. I raised strong children who can make their own decisions and deal with the consequences of those decisions.

Hide Your Husbands!

I try to be understanding about people wondering about me. I know that I’m an enigma. I know that I and my story take some getting used to.

The Infamous They

Earlier this week, I celebrated my thirty-third wedding anniversary, married to the lovely, talented, and magnificent former Miss Barbara Wade. I’m fortunate to have found whom I consider to be the best woman on the planet. I often get a chuckle when someone describes a very minor accomplishment, and someone sarcastically replies, “And they said […]

Not Ashamed

Since my days in Seminary a very long time ago, I’ve been able to quote this scripture: For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek (Romans 1:16). Be the first […]

How Love Grows

Written in 1996 An answer to those who think that a man who struggles with same-sex attraction can’t love a woman. A tribute to my wife, Barbara. Much is being said these days about the supposed inability for a happy union between a homosexual man and a heterosexual woman. This unfortunately assumes that basic physical […]

Understanding, Helping and Loving a Pornography Addict

As I learned these concepts, they changed my life and my marriage for the better. I felt very strongly that I should write down what I learned so I could share them with others who are struggling with the same pain. I know that in some serious situations, this essay will not help, but for […]

Transcript From a Presentation

There are three pillars of addiction: lies, isolation, and self-hatred. Twelve step programs, assisting church leaders in their tasks, work to break down the three pillars of addiction by turning addicts to God in complete honesty, in a fellowship of empathetic and unconditionally loving friends.

To the Spouse of a Sex Addict

By Duane Call Used By Permission To the spouse of a Sex Addict (a Child of God who is addicted to Sex in any way), I do not know your name and that is unimportant. What is important is that I hope I can help you to understand a little bit about your spouse’s problem. […]

Your Face, Her Face, His – A poem by Donna Blacklaw

(Used by permission) And suddenly there was this bright bald face in front of mine With piercing blue eyes, wildberry lips, saying: “You can do it; you’ll get through it,” over and over again. My shrieking pain was made bearable only because of that face. Be the first to like. Like Unlike