"A man tells the same story so many times that he ultimately becomes the story” - Edward Bloom, Big Fish Whenever I think of Heber City, UT, I’m immediately transported back in time to when my father would take us to Dairy Keen for a burger and a shake on the way home from a semi-annual fishing trip. However, in my adulthood, I have found it much harder to be emotionally anchored to a location or event like I used to be. That’s why, I find it worthwhile t

I have frequently told my wife that any art form you think about for multiple days is achieving its intended purpose. My wife and I recently drove down to Southern Utah for a Juneteenth getaway and I could not stop telling her that I thought the red cliffs looked like a live painting (not to mention my frequent references to Radiator Springs from Cars). She was probably sick of my repetitive requests to take a selfie with the sun setting behind the solid red giant

“No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.” - L. Frank Baum (The Wonderful Wizard of Oz) Besides your own house, where have you felt most “at home?” Personally, I would choose London, England—where I lived for two years and served the people of Great Britain. But what makes a place, people, or notion feel like “home?” Hopefully you

“So much of what we do is ephemeral and quickly forgotten—even by ourselves, so it’s gratifying to have something you have done linger in people’s memories.” - John Williams It’s really saying something when a 22-year-old college student feels surges of pure nostalgia over a movie/soundtrack that came out 35 years before he was even born. As a kid, my brother and I would stay up late most nights and watch (and rewatch) our VHS copies of Star Wars (the originals), imagining

Have you ever wanted to explore a castle? What about a castle of ice—like in Disney’s Movie: Frozen? Do you remember the first scene of that movie where a team of men are harvesting ice in the mountaintops? They sing a song called: “Frozen Heart” that goes a little something like this: “Born of cold and winter air And mountain rain combining This icy force both foul and fair Has a frozen heart worth mining So cut through the heart, cold and clear Strike for love and strike fo

Perhaps the only thing that could’ve calmed my untamed nerves after driving on the freeway for two hours in stop and go traffic was taking a seat in the Salt Lake City Ballet West auditorium and shortly after, beholding one of the most fascinating experiences of my life: The Nutcracker. As a kid, my attitude was: if a song is too slow, skip it; if an opera is too hard to understand, avoid it; and if a ballet is too supple, don’t go to it. Yep, I’ll admit it right now, growin

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Yuhhhh! Last week's blog came to you from Arizona and this one comes to you from California/Nevada. But regardless of where it came from,...

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I've been thinking a lot recently about the events/lessons of my life that have shaped the way I live, laugh, and love today. One of the...