In which the soft tissues of the male body are held up for examination and misidentification, revenge is thereby extracted, and a terrible and uncommon sin is revealed to be not so uncommon after all. Plus, frontier prophet weds double sets of sisters!
In which the propriety of Debussy is called into question, an impertinent hooker preempts Oingo Boingo, and the merits of harvesting one's own Christmas tree are put to the test and found wanting. (And a happy birthday to me!)
Oops, sorry, I mean the Osmonds, from their hard-rockin' period: I mean, seriously, this would have scared the shit out of me if I'd seen it on television at the time (1972). But they do seem to be having a great time going "crazy." You
In which Bill meets his new companion Elder Dedman, learns a novel new approach to tracting, and discovers the true meaning of the word "bucket."
It is a meme. It is the five questions meme. Here's how it works: 1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me." 2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions. 3. You will update your journal with the answers
In which at least two people are rendered dripping wet, one senior companion braces for a return to reality, and Bill unexpectedly learns the true meaning of death. Plus a bedtime horror story!
In which boldness leads to a first discussion, the possible hues of areolae are considered, and Bill receives instruction as to when women's jewelry is not women's jewelry. (Step back, son -- give the man some whacking space.)
In which Joseph Smith and his followers become acquainted with tar and feathers, while Bill hears things he wishes he hadn't from Katrina, his parents, Elder Fowler, and Sister Youtz.
I'm drowning in work—was at the office for more than 12 hours yesterday—but I wanted to surface for a moment to point out this fine 10-minute Nightline Online report on being gay and Mormon: http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=2051907 The couple that are
In which Bill travels many precious kilometers to the town of Medicine Hat, where he learns important lessons in teenage drinking, misogyny, and the correctness of ratting out one's companion.
Speaking of missionary memoirs, Christopher Bigelow has published a very fine personal essay over at Popcorn Popping. Despite my cheeky subject line, it's a revealing read and you should check it out. Why do they call it Popcorn Popping? It comes from a favorite Mormon children's
In which Bill learns that, even when hand-delivered, not every message comes with a happy ending, and the vigorous application of common dust is considered as a harbinger of fiery doom.
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