previous: Exit 7: Kaysville, Utah I wonder sometimes what might have happened if I'd moved out of the house when I started college. While many of my friends from high school were reveling in their new apartments and new freedoms, I was returning home every day to my
previous: Exit 6: Provo, Utah I returned from my two-week stint at B.Y.U. full of piss and vinegar. At least, that's what my parents seemed to think. As I dove into my senior year of high school, my parents complained to me more and more often
previous: Exit 5: Kaysville, Utah Of course, things would have been much worse for me had lovely Lia actually reciprocated my feelings. But dammit, I had no such luck. Perhaps we should pause here for a moment or two. I don't think I've really managed yet
previous: Exit 4: Bountiful, Utah We've got a lot of ground to cover in this section, so keep up and stick close. It was the middle of January 1978 when we moved the ten or so miles up Interstate 15 from Bountiful to Kaysville. We had a bigger
previous: Exit 3: Liberty, Utah As the summer of '74 wound to its close, the family moved to Bountiful, a picturesque little city about ten minutes north of Salt Lake City, and I plowed right ahead into third grade. Well, maybe "plowed" isn't exactly the
previous: Exit 2: Grantsville, Utah My father grew disillusioned with Grantsville -- indeed, with Utah as a whole, though I didn't catch on to this for many years -- fairly quickly, if he had ever been "illusioned" at all. So it was that at the end
previous: Exit 1: Los Angeles, CA When I was six, my whole world changed. From the giant, polyglot world of Los Angeles, my family moved to what seemed like the tiniest, most isolated backwater conceivable -- Grantsville, Utah. Situated in the desert thirty or forty miles west of Salt Lake
previous: Packing for the Trip It was a long time before I really understood what a Mormon was, or that I was one, or even that this meant I was different from most everyone else. I was the first child born to Donald and Ann Shunn, who had married a
From my birthplace in Los Angeles to my current home in New York City, the geographical highway of my life has carried me far and wide across the face of North America. It's been a significant journey—but one that pales beside the less easily traced spiritual road
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