Dear Family, The very, very, very, very, very, very much long awaited Washington D.C. Temple open house finally got underway yesterday. The pandemic has necessitated a few departures from what I understand to be “normal” temple open house procedure. (Lacking experience with many temple open houses, I am assuming what I observed at the pre-pandemic…
Author: Timothy Willis
Managing Editor of The Famlet Monthly
On right hooks, broken bones, Uranus jokes, Ari’s new job, Grace’s 17th birthday, and why Sophie has started wearing a Russian flag around Temple Square (vol. xxvi, no. 3)
Dear Family, I got right-hooked by a car while cycling last Saturday. If you’re a cyclist then you probably know what that means. If you’re not a cyclist then you have probably done it to a cyclist at least once, likely without even realizing it. A right hook is when a motorist passes a cyclist…
On Sophie’s growing wardrobe, Ari’s new job (and bike commute), and Grace’s performance that brought the crowd to their feet at the swimming state championships. (Vol., xxvi, No. 2)
“Yea, and we also see the great wickedness one very wicked man can cause to take place among the children of men.” (Alma 46:9) Dear Family, Two Saturdays ago while riding my bike north on New Hampshire Avenue with a group of dads from the neighborhood, we pedaled past the St. Andrew Ukrainian Orthodox Cathedral:…
On Sophie’s joining the American stampede out of Ukraine, how we survived a tsunami (advisory) in Hawaii, Hannah’s and J.T.’s new jobs, and my admittedly minority view of virtual church. (Vol. xxvi, No. 1)
Dear Family, Like a lot of Americans who were living in Ukraine when I last wrote, Sophie is no longer in Ukraine. The Church’s decision to move all non-Ukrainians out (leaving just nine missionaries in the entire country) came a day or two before the U.S. State Department’s announcement that it was ordering family members…
On Sophie’s evacuation, covid’s impact on marathon performance, a departed cousin, and how winter in most of Arizona is colder than you might think (Vol. xxv, No. 12)
Dear Family, One of the teachers at the middle school where Crystal works is from Ukraine. When Crystal mentioned to her a few weeks ago that our daughter was currently serving a mission there, the teacher’s response was unusually curt and brusque. “Not a good time to be in Ukraine,” was all she said. I…
Vol. 25, No. 11
Dear Family, When Hannah was born — 25 years ago next month — all four of my grandparents were still living. Less than a month later, Bertram Trowbridge Willis, the younger of my two grandfathers, died. He had recently turned 84. My other three grandparents would follow him over the ensuing five years, culminating with…
Vol. 25, No. 10
Dear Family, As parents, there are certain tales and adventures of our children that we are happy not to learn about until after they are over. Sophie’s ordeal in getting to Dnipro, Ukraine, earlier this month is one of those. It turns out I was right to be concerned when Sophie relayed to me the…
Vol. 24, No. 9
We don’t get out that much. We’re not agoraphobic; it’s just that when we contemplate going to things, the thought of having to get there, find parking, and deal with all the vagaries and uncertainties of downtown just seems exhausting. Consequently, we often succumb to inertia and are content staying home and watching TV. We…
Vo. 24, No. 8
Never before has a TSA line seemed to move so quickly. Even without PreCheck, Sophie made her way through the security queue outside Terminal D of Baltimore/Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport with uncommon ease on Wednesday morning. Perhaps it only seemed to move so fast because I was not actually standing in it. The more…
Vol. 24, No. 7
Dear Family, I have now ridden in an ambulance. So we can check that one off. My trip to the hospital, as you might have guessed, was occasioned by an incident involving my bicycle and a car. Inasmuch as the road rash on my left shoulder, left forearm, left hip and right hand has mostly…