I’m embarrassed to admit that we have mislead you. We promised answers to 13 questions, because 13 was such a spooky number, but our panelists were kind enough to answer 17, and they’re all just too good to drop. It is with heartfelt appreciation that I (and Mari and Aaron and Greg and Septimus and Jenn) present 17 wonderful answers from Matt Bowman, Alan Morrell, and Mike Van Wagenen on Mormon tricks, pranks, hoaxes, unexplained occurrences, and legends. (more…)

More to come… (more…)

We’re moving! (more…)

Dear Sister Tidwell,

If you’re even just reading this sentence I am so lucky. Please don’t stop reading. Please, please, please just give me a chance to explain. Let me at least ask for your forgiveness. You don’t have to give it. Ever since my baptismal service I’ve wanted to talk to you, but you went home just a few days later, and I was so ashamed I couldn’t even get off my couch. (more…)

His house was really quiet and I knocked on the door a couple times and there was no answer. (more…)

Be sure and catch the article in the Salt Lake Tribune’s Faith section by Peggy Fletcher Stack. And for those of you coming from the article, we’d like to offer you a friendly welcome.

And I started thinking horrible things, Sister Tidwell. Very bad things. (more…)

Julia broke up with me. She dropped the “I’ve been wanting to tell you” line last night when she came over for pie with the folks. I don’t blame her. She left her family party bursting with 63 relatives playing 12 simultaneous games of Killer Uno and stuffing themselves comatose with 17 different kinds of pie to come over to an empty, coldish house where my mom served freaking sweet potato pie on antique china plates, which she then proceeded to tell Julia about for 45 minutes, culminating in how her great-great-great-great-grand-uncle fought with Washington and that’s how she got to be the president of the local chapter of the DAR. (more…)