My prescient and fiery memoir cover shoot
We had no idea that what we were really doing was a cover shoot for my memoir. It was the...
We had no idea that what we were really doing was a cover shoot for my memoir. It was the...
In 1985, I was a far bigger fan of jazz guitarist Pat Metheny than just about any other musician. The...
A previous outtake from my memoir The Accidental Terrorist ended with these lines: Women wield a strange power over the male missionary—even women who don't exist. Perhaps especially women who don't...
In a message exchange a few months ago, a friend and former colleague from my missionary days reminded me of a funny story from 1988 involving the elder who was then my companion. I didn'...
I've always believed that I have a pretty good memory—in particular, that I can recall formative events and conversations from years or even decades ago in reasonably good detail. When I started work...
I never expected it would take so long to make this announcement, but my Mormon missionary memoir The Accidental Terrorist...