Since the first Sunday of 2005 is almost upon us, letâ€™s take a good look at ourselves and consider our Sunday attire. More specifically, letâ€™s look at whoâ€™s wearing pants in your chapel. If you hadnâ€™t already noticed, itâ€™s mostly men.
No one writes enough haiku. And we want to know why? Haiku are like the potato chip of poetryâ€”you canâ€™t have just one. Theyâ€™re clean, simple, economic, easy to read, and easy to write, provided you donâ€™t take yourself too seriously.
Itâ€™s time to get rid of the old fat guy in the red suit. I have five good reasons why Santa has to go. One: Santa is a big fat lie. Letâ€™s face it.
If youâ€™ve never heard of Jay or Jayâ€™s Journal let me explain. Jayâ€™s Journal is a slim volume, published in 1979 and edited by adolescent psychologist and Provo resident Dr. Beatrice Sparks. Itâ€™s a series of journal entries that detail a sixteen year-old Mormon boyâ€™s descent into the occult, culminating with his encounters with an evil spirit, the mysterious deaths of his friends, and eventually his suicide.
No, weâ€™re not talking about the journal Dialogueâ€”weâ€™re talking about lines of dialogue from film, television, or books that creep their way into our homes and stick around for years, much like food supplies from the cannery. The lines that resonate with us can reveal a lot about ourselves and our families.