Today gentlemen, we are here to honour the memory of Joseph Smith. I know most of you have never heard…
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Mrs. Garacetti was tiny, angular, with a grim set mouth. A severe, featherless bird. Her dress was navy blue and…
My father was dying. My mother sent me a text. I was in Zaire giving vaccines. I couldn’t secure a…
It was the second jail cell that it happened. We were all in for a 24-hour jail term. We were…
In June, two weeks before our wedding, my fiance left me for a woman at work. She was younger, slimmer,…
I was uncomfortable. A general malaise had descended upon me and I could no longer take a single breath without…
In my mother’s generation, there were human beings called men. Men were also fathers. I would have a father. It’s…
They have ripped me from history like a superfluous page. I was a great queen. I had a brilliant mind…