Tomorrow Will Be A Better Day

It was a sultry dawn with a cloudless sky painting a light cerulean blue across the heavens. The wind was only a light brushing of air, barely even noticeable. Something cool wiping your arm really. People walking down the streets were doing so in baggy, sleeveless t-shirts, they weren't in the thick wool sweaters they had worn in winter with their pants rolled halfway up their legs. I believe it was in blessed June, the hottest month of the year. As I simply relished in the breeze's presence on that day, it was lifting my hair with an enjoyably light, spider-like movement, I noticed Ben, sitting halfway across the field (where no one would expect him to be). Let me tell you about Ben. He was the youngest in my class, nothing more than a timid, frail, exceedingly polite boy who in my opinion, still was clinging onto that last bit of boyhood far too tightly. He had moved here from somewhere and hence joined my class only a few small weeks ago and much like me, lacked any tru

I went on my tiptoes and took a deep breath in through my nose. Ahhh…I loved everything when it came to this time of year, though nothing could really compare when it came to my feelings for this hybrid species, a cross between both water mint and spearmint. It was sweet. It was indigenous to Europe and the Middle East (two places I would in all likelihood never have the chance to visit in my life, and anyway, even though this unique species did have its start in those places in specific, through the years, it had now been cultivated and spread out to all regions of the world.) In fact it was even found in the reclusive sections of the wild with other species, including its parent one. It was small, usually patterned in small red and white stripes, had a preemptive scent to it that seemed to tickle my whole body starting at my trembling toes in anticipation of it and reaching into some of my deepest, most memorable memories. (It is weird how touching some things can be to the slightest

I just finished the first book in "The Kingdom and the Crown" series by Gerald N. Lund yesterday (Easter). It is called "Fishers of Men" and it was amazing!  They should really make it into a movie . 

Of all the villians (it feels wrong to compliement them as good...but if I had a word, that would be it, I'm sorry to say) that Disney has shown a representation of, I find Gaston to be truly the most terrifying villian because he really could be representing ANYONE in the world. Later on from this dreadful scene, he convinces (and is eager) the whole town to set up his wedding with full knowlege that the would-be bride would have to be thrown into it. Everyone also finds his creepy tactics as cute and pushing all negative thoughts aside with the slogan of "boys will be boys." Ewww...Gross! So, if you don't see it yet, he makes a pretty terrifying character. So, you see, the true terror of this story of "Beauty and the Beast" isn't that Gaston exists, but that all the background characters that represent plain society freaking (plus ignorantly) love him! What is the world truly coming to? Really?? People who plainly deride this flick by saying that i

Introducing Nathaniel Anthony Duran! (As of August 31, 2022 😁)

Seeing that it is Pioneer Day, as I speak, I would like each of us to reflect on this question: Do you, like the pioneers, have the courage and the consistency to be true to the faith and endure to the end? For many months (I like to think our whole lives, though if you are like me, you could always use a review) each of us has studied the lives and accomplishments of our pioneers, early and modern. If lucky, we have even done some modern reenactments, I compliment you if you have done so. I personally am reminded of a little act or play that my family put on of one member of my heritage that showed us through study how to work hard. Despite what we have today through our simple grocery stores, he had to learn the art and trade of hunting, because, without it, his family would have nothing to eat that night which was never wanted. Now after all these studies and observations (sometimes with the distracting note of pure fun), it is appropriate to ask ourselves, “Therefore, what?” Ar