Sometime during the middle '80s (with big hair, perms, and striped tube socks all the rage), the company my dad was working for decided to dismantle its advancedtechnology department, leaving everyone in the department, including my dad, without a job.Having entrepreneurism biologically baked into his bones (my grandpa was a successful entrepreneur in Utah), my … Continue reading The Ohio Years (’87-’92)*

I was born in Salt Lake City, Utah on Christmas Eve morning 1981--the youngest of seven children born to my mother, Elen, and my father, Frank. Though I was born in Utah, my first exposure to that beautiful mountain-west state was short lived, as our family moved to Connecticut in January of 1983 when I … Continue reading Birth & The Connecticut Years (’81-’87)

Egotistical. Pathetic. Screwed up. Predator. Abuser. Manipulator. Danger to others. Sick freak. ...Pedophile. Exactly the waste of flesh I thought he was. Not someone I want any person I care about to have anything to do with. Watch out for him. Don't listen to him. Don't trust him. Stay away from him. Lock him up. … Continue reading 2019-03-17 — Preparing to Leave the Foxhole

Ever since I was a little child, I've had a hard time saying the words I love you. I think I even remember one of the first times I said the phrase. It was to my sister Heather when I was probably 9 or 10. I remember how hard it was for me to say … Continue reading 2018-05-24 — Do I Love People?

HOW TO LOVE MORE: Foremost on my mind this morning is how one increases in love for Father and for every other person on this earth--none excepted. I have yet to open my scriptures or to do my daily searching of the Book of Mormon, but I'm going to write this thought first that has been percolating … Continue reading 2018-04-27 — Friday