On a Saturday evening, Sam drove me halfway to the psychiatric hospital. I looked out the window, wondering if all this was necessary. My psychiatrist had said I needed to check in if another round of medication failed, but I’d read all I could about the psych ward, and I didn’t want to go there …
By Alex Peterson Alex Peterson was born of goodly parents. He lives in Ephraim, Utah with his wife and offspring, with whom he likes to hang. The whispering came again—this time a hint stronger than before. The feeling was distinct, like what they taught me in Sunday school. I don’t think it …
By M. E. Or right-click here to download the audio file: Living on the Edge THE FIRST TIME MY oldest child made a frantic telephone call to me occurred on a crisp autumn afternoon when he was thirteen. I sat in a row of parents watching my daughter chase a soccer ball …
