Recognizing the Adversary

Recognizing the Adversary

This was a talk I gave at the Idaho State Prison in July, 2017. Good morning, it’s great to be with you today. I’d like to discuss a few things with you today as it relates to our time here on earth. I want to discuss the plan of salvation or plan of happiness, our...

The Birth of Morningdove

The Birth of Morningdove

I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried, the excitement, nervousness, and and jitters wouldn’t wear off. I knew that this was a really GOOD thing or a really BAD thing. On one hand, starting a business should be exciting – there should be a certain amount of...

How Chopping Wood Increased My Sales

How Chopping Wood Increased My Sales

This month marks three years that I have sold pest control. Slammed doors, angry people (and their dogs), and constant rejection is the name of the game. Don’t get me wrong, there are good times too. For example, when I was selling in Fairfield, CA in 2013 I broke my...

Breaking News: Dairy Cows Aren’t Sad or Angry at Humans

Breaking News: Dairy Cows Aren’t Sad or Angry at Humans

Dairy cows aren’t sad or angry at humans mainly because they don’t have human emotions. Only humans have human emotions. Hard to fathom, I know. Human emotions wrote this piece about giving up milk and how terrible dairy cows (and by extension, all farm animals) have...

Corn Sharks

Corn Sharks

This was a talk I gave around Father’s Day near San Jose, CA when we lived there for a short time. Hopefully I’ll be able to add to the Spirit that we’ve been able to feel today so far. I would first just like to publicly thank each of you for being so welcoming to...

Raw Potatoes and Marriage

Raw Potatoes and Marriage

Growing up on a farm, I was able to see the planting, growing, and harvesting of a variety of different crops. Wheat, potatoes, beans, corn, peppermint, sugar beets, and alfalfa made every summer a torture for my trusty shovel and me. As we worked, I saw a very...

My Life as a Chicken-Fibber

My Life as a Chicken-Fibber

The 9 year-old me walked through the front door on a sunny May afternoon, tired from a long day at school. Dad also walked through the door. “Did you get the chickens fed?” he asked. Feeding the farm fowl was one of many dreaded chores that plagued my childhood....

“Many”

“Many”

Many a soldier, many a day, Wasted in fighting, a price that we must pay. Many a child, break down and cry, Over a dear parent, and for this country they did die. Many a letter, sent to the dark abyss, Stamped with a hug and sealed with a kiss. Many a civilian, killed...