Mormon Stories

In 1995, I was 43 years old and feeling just a twinge of mid-life crisis. Just a twinge though, as I had never really matured enough for it to hit me like I was seeing in most of my peers. Though I had been married a couple of times, I never had any kids to slow me down or make me aware of the passage of time. I spent my whole life as a beach lifeguard in an endless Summer. At my age, I was now in a supervisory role and h...

As I sit in class with the sixty or so other students, the lecture fades away. There’s just Dr. Smith as he lays out the scenario to teach us about social inequality. He comes closer to my desk and his passionate blue eyes fall on me. Couldn’t he just lean a little closer, drop that pen he always uses to teach with, that he clicks to make a point, and then get on his knees right in front of me? I bet the stubble on his sh...

Hannah, what have you gotten yourself into? This was the only thing I could think on the way to Michael’s apartment. The last few days flashed through my mind in a total blur, a tornado of excitement and lust and fear and awe and so many other things all colliding. All my romance novels have this cliché: “It’s so wrong, but it feels so right!” That’s just where I was now, about to turn my back on my loving parents, my boy...