
My mother
A talk Dustin gave in the sacrament meeting of the Charlotte Third Ward, Charlotte North Carolina South Stake, Mother’s Day, Sunday, 11 May 1997. Continue reading My mother
A talk Dustin gave in the sacrament meeting of the Charlotte Third Ward, Charlotte North Carolina South Stake, Mother’s Day, Sunday, 11 May 1997. Continue reading My mother
Dustin’s seventh-grade French teacher, Mrs. Bensley, passed away unexpectedly on Tuesday, 14 March 1995. The Charlotte Observer ran this tribute to her the following Thursday. Continue reading Teacher Ellen Trice Bensley, 49, dies
Being a group from the University of Utah, a number of students were Latter-day Saints. They filled me in on where and when church was and how to take the bus to get there. An email from my classmate Sarah instructed: Church Meetings Sunday: 10h00-13h00 70 rue de Chinon Joué-lès-Tours meet at the Place Jean Jaures at 9h15 to take the bus n°3 bound for … Continue reading Going to church in Tours
Ten years ago, I spent a summer studying in a picturesque French city, exploring châteaux, and eating pains au chocolat. But what really made it the best summer ever was establishing enduring friendships. Continue reading The best summer ever
Philip Johnson’s own residence, a transparent box in the countryside of southwest Connecticut, is a modernist masterpiece. Continue reading The Glass House
Fiona was having a hard time sleeping without her pacifier. So she prayed and found the help she needed. Continue reading An early testimony of prayer
An email update sent Tuesday, 13 May 2014, by Susan to family members about our giant, happy four-month-old in the dinosaur pajamas. Continue reading Heeeeeeeere’s Colin!
I’m used to cozy clothes in cool weather. But warm weather has its benefits, too. Continue reading Seven days in sunny June
Peace with Peter Once, when Fiona was about two, she was having a meltdown and was so angry at Mama that she wouldn’t speak to her. So Mama picked up Peter (from The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats) and started talking to Fiona about what was bothering her. Fiona sat in Mama’s lap for a few minutes having a conversation with Peter. It really … Continue reading Memories with Fiona’s friends (of the stuffed sort)
A dancing squirrel puppet leaped up in front of Fiona — and right into her heart. Continue reading A squirrel named Dinky
All we had to go on was a name, a street, and a postal code. But sometimes when things seem like they’re not working out, that’s exactly how they’re supposed to work out. Continue reading My favorite mission story
A dedicated teacher can open up a whole new world. For me, that teacher was Mrs. Ellen Bensley. Continue reading Pour l’amour du français