Dear Family, I was reminded this week that I don’t have a very good memory. I had forgotten, for example, how excruciatingly long it takes to drive across Nebraska. Driving across Montana, which we did last week, takes longer (Montana is nearly twice the size of Nebraska — I looked it up) but the trip…
Author: Timothy Willis
Managing Editor of The Famlet Monthly
Vol. 23, No. 7
Dear Family, July began with a quasi-physically-distant Independence Day visit with our friends the Eskelsens in Fairfax County, Virginia. The visit was prompted in part by our affection for the Eskelsens and in part because the Fourth of July is best celebrated away from the strictures of Montgomery County, Maryland. Everything is illegal here, including…
Vol. 23, No. 5
Dear Family Not counting last Saturday’s 90-second flirtation with the still-frigid Atlantic Ocean, it’s now been 79 days since I last swam. While I’m reasonably certain I still remember how to do it, it depresses me to think that I’ve undoubtedly lost any semblance of ability to do it efficiently. The closest I get to…
Vol. 23, No. 4
Dear Family Forty-seven days have passed since I last went to the office. And 44 since the girls set foot in school. I can’t speak for the four other people living here, but I don’t yet sense that we’re getting on each other’s nerves. (They don’t get on mine, at least.) It probably helps that…
Vol. 23, No. 3
Dear Family The events of this month have reminded me of a story told by Aunt Rebecca (I think it was Aunt Rebecca) at a family reunion many years ago about how her father (my Grandpa Willis) attempted to explain to his six daughters (and perhaps to a lesser degree his two sons) that, if…
Vol. 23, No. 2
Dear Family Mental health care has come a long way since 1885 when Utah’s “Territorial Insane Asylum” opened in Provo. Today, no longer physically separated from the rest of town by swampland and the city dump, the historic facility is called the Utah State Hospital, and Hannah is doing one of her final clinical rotations…
Vol. 23, No. 1
A contributing factor to the unique nature of our church is the curious fact that none of our leaders—literally none of them—volunteer or apply for their positions. Leaders at every level are selected through a process in which existing leaders attempt to discern the mind and will of God on the matter through a combination…