Looking back with Lot's Wife

So you want to be a parent? January 26, 2000 “So, really, we just need to remember that this is the worst part, right?” said my son Kenneth as he tried to play cards, cradle the bottle against his chin and feed his three-week-old daughter at the same time. “Yeah, sure, honey. Of course, there’s that whole ‘Dady, I need a drink’ thing coming up.” He laughed. What I thought was Gees, Louise, should I tell him about teething? And those weird fever things they get when they have 102 and it’s always, always, the middle of the night. Should I tell him about becoming a junkie, hooked on good report cards and finding new friends and the feeling you have when they stand up and get an ward. And the amount of work you put into getting them there? And the big lonely hole in the family when someone has their first sleep-over or goes to summer camp. AND how he’s going to feel when she brings home her first prom dress and you realize, my gosh, that strapless gown isn’t going to fall down! I remember

January 26, 2000 “So, really, we just need to remember that this is the worst part, right?” said my son Kenneth as he tried to play cards, cradle the bottle against his chin and feed his three-week-old daughter at the same time. “Yeah, sure, honey. Of course, there’s that whole ‘Daddy, I need a drink’ thing coming up.” He laughed. What I thought was, Gees, Louise, should I tell him about teething? And those weird fever things they get where they have 102 and it’s always, always, the middle of the night. Should I tell him about becoming a junkie, hooked on good report cards and finding new friends and the feeling you have when they stand up and get an award. And the amount of work you put into getting them there? And the big lonely hole in the family when someone has their first sleep-over or goes to summer camp. AND how he’s going to feel when she brings home her first prom dress and you realize, my gosh, that strapless gown isn’t going to fall down! I remember how desperate I felt on

January 12, 2000 Once upon a time in a kingdom far away, there lived a man named Bill Brown who owned a company called Bill Brown Realty. He had a salesman named Neal Henry whose mom was the Relief Society president when I lived in Denver. When I needed to buy a house in Utah, I called Neal because I knew his mom. Bill Brown is married to Marilyn—who was introduced to her by Neal Henry! TALK ABOUT COINCIDENCES!!! (I thought it was kind of amazing.) So, anyway, Bill Brown moved to Springville and bought the Villa Theater from Don and Jean Harvey, who is my visiting teacher, and spent a ton of money remodeling it and bringing theater to Springville. My son, Clay, was at the bottom of a long list of kids at our house who all had their thing. Some where good students, some were good athletes, and all were older, some much older, than him—and you know how older always looks better when you’re younger. So, one day Claybie read an article in the paper about auditions for “On Golden Pond” and