The Moon Also Rises: The Healing Power of Fiction

Equipped with only a bottle of water and my crushable felt hat named “Stetson,” two of my closest friends and I set out on the moonlit trail towards the remains of an old pioneer sawmill at the end of Logan Canyon’s right-hand fork. It was the final night of a Supermoon that was the closest…

Samson: Weeks 6-9

With my second semester back at USU drawing to a close, and the short but much needed Winter Break on the horizon, I have been pretty much conceded defeat to school. My weekly pictures seem to corroborate that, too. Earlier this week, I even had a random old dude at the gas station mistake me…

Aloha, UT

Learning to follow through, I am learning, is more of an exercise in doing rather than thinking. Performing hundreds of mental push-ups to force a personal change and hoping for good results doesn’t tend to actually yield anything useful. Getting into the habit of rolling out of bed at the same time every morning has less to…